Fiction Saturday –
“I mean, Dominic, that so far, we haven’t found her. I did trace her as far as Boston, but that’s it, as of today.”
Tony Ponti, one of Dominic’s numbers managers and a friend since their childhood on the streets, shrugged his shoulders and sat down.
“‘So far’ is right, you monkey. I want her back here,” hissed Dominic and he pounded his fist on the table in frustration. His coffee cup jumped and splashed a few drops onto the tabletop.