Tony didn’t really care for all the platitudes he got. What interested him was who started asking questions about his whereabouts and how they wanted to come and see him. What and if they said anything about Terry, then that might give a clue, a gut feel for possible treachery.
’Where are you Tony? Are the cops there? Where’s Terry holed up? How come he ain’t dead?’
‘I ask the fucking questions,’ thought Tony.
Suspect number 1.
’What makes you think Terry’s alive, Boss?.....’
‘Funny to ask that first!’ thought Tony. ‘Maybe this one knows much more.’
Suspect number 2.