“Can’t you find a suicide mission to send him on?” Stone asked.
“Herbie is the kind of guy who’d walk into a suicide mission and walk out with a smile on his face and everybody else dead, and he wouldn’t have had a thing to do with it.”
“How the hell did you ever come up with him?” Stone asked.
“An operator I know gave him to me; Herbie’s his nephew.”
“You, too? You know Bob Cantor?”
“You know Bob Cantor?” Lance responded.
“He works for me all the time.”
“Well, he has more than one client.”
“No wonder he’s busy when I call him these days,” Stone said.
“Okay,” Dino said, “what’s the deal with the phone call you just got?”
“It was Vito.”
“I got that part.”
“He says he may be able to put his hands on Trini tomorrow. He wants us to come down to his grocery store tomorrow morning.”
“You’d better take this seriously,” Dino said. “Vito Galeano is a serious guy.”
Holly spoke up. “He certainly seemed serious when he was about to shoot us and bury us in his cellar,” she said.
“Believe me, he was,” Dino replied. He turned to Stone. “What made you think to ask him to call Eduardo?”
“If I’d asked him to call the mayor, it wouldn’t have worked,” Stone said. “Come on, Dino, who else do I know who’s connected?”
“You could have told him to call me.”
“A guy’s about to shoot us, and I should tell him to call a cop?”
“I’ve known Vito since we were kids. He’s a coupla years older than me, but we went to the same school. He pulled a bunch of bigger kids off me once and slapped them around, so I always felt I owed him. Once, when he was in a tight spot, I had a chance to help, and he’s been grateful. Here’s some advice: If you know him now, next time you get in trouble with some wise guys, tell them to call Vito, instead of Eduardo. Not one in a hundred of them knows Eduardo, but they all know Vito, and they don’t mess with him.”
“I guess that’s good advice,” Stone said. He turned to Lance. “I hear you’re trying to recruit Holly to your organization on a more full-time basis.”
“Stone!” Holly hissed.
“It’s all right, Holly,” Lance said. “Stone’s family.”
“I am?” Stone asked.
“You signed up, didn’t you?”
“I guess I did at that. Holly, maybe Lance is the guy to help you with your little money problem.”
Holly turned red. “Stone, you’d better shut up right now.”
“Are you in need of funds, Holly?” Lance asked, sounding concerned.
“No, I am not,” Holly replied.
“Far from it,” Stone chipped in.