that?â
âSix months or so.â
âAnd youâve been working for him ever since?â
âYeah.â
âWhere?â
âWhat?â
âWhere have you been working,â Jesse said.
âHere and there. No one place.â
âUntil you set up shop in Paradise.â
âYeah.â
âWhich you did because . . . ?â
âBecause Mr. Lombardo said to. He said he wanted to find a new place for a shop. He mentioned Paradise. He purchased the farm and told us to work there.â
âWhere do I find Mr. Lombardo?â
âI already told you I donât know.â
âDid you ever meet him in Boston,â Jesse said.
âYeah.â
âWhere?â
âAt a restaurant.â
âWhat restaurant?â
âSome place he likes in Cambridge.â
âWhat place?â
âAn Italian place. Il Capriccio. On Ash Street. Go verify this shit, will ya? My wife must be climbinâ the walls.â
âWho killed Mike Lytell,â Jesse said.
âWho the fuck is Mike Lytell?â
âGuy killed in the carjack.â
âHow would I know?â
âBecause you do.â
Lopresti didnât say anything.
âThe name of Lytellâs killer,â Jesse said.
When Lopresti remained silent, Jesse stood up to leave. He walked to the door.
âPetey Marcovy,â Lopresti said.
âRussian?â
âYeah.â
âPeter Marcovy?â
âPyotr. P-Y-O-T-R. Everyone called him Petey,â Lopresti said.
âAlso from Fall River?â
âBy way of the Ukraine. You wonât find him, though.â
âWhat?â
âYouâre not gonna find him. Heâs dead.â
Jesse didnât say anything.
âMr. Lombardo had him shot. Petey was a new guy. A hothead. Mr. Lombardo had enough of him.â
âMore likely he didnât want Petey identifying him,â Jesse said. âSharks feeding on their young.â
âYeah, well, Iâm hoping that because of you they donât start feeding on me.â
âLifeâs a bitch, ainât it?â
26
J esse phoned Healy from the car.
âBingo,â he said.
âGee, and all I needed was N-thirty-five.â
âYou ever hear of a connected guy called John Lombardo?â
âNot offhand.â
âOur POW gave him up. Fall River guy.â
âIâll check it out. Donât do anything foolish, Jesse,â Healy said. âLet me at least get the skinny on him.â
âYou know where to find me,â Jesse said, and ended the call.
J esse pulled up in front of the Town Hall and parked in the no-parking zone. He found Carter Hansen in his office, eating a brown-bagged lunch.
âMay I interrupt your lunch,â Jesse said.
âIf I said no?â
âIâd come in anyway.â
âWhy donât you come in, then,â Hansen said.
âIâd like to borrow the services of Alexis Richardson.â
âExcuse me?â
âYou mentioned that she was adroit in the field of public relations.â
âI canât remember ever using the word adroit. â
âForgive me. I must have you confused with someone else. Well?â
âWell what?â
âIs she adroit in the field of public relations?â
âThat would depend upon your definition of adroit.â
âThis isnât going well.â
âWhat is it you want, Stone?â
âI want Ms. Richardson to prepare a press release.â
âWhat kind of press release?â
âOne advising the population of Paradise to keep their dogs inside at night.â
Hansen didnât say anything.
âWell?â
After a moment Hansen picked up the phone and dialed a number.
âMarilyn,â he said. âWould you ask Alexis if she could step into my office for a moment?â
The two men sat in silence. Then Alexis Richardson walked in. Jesse stood.
âYou remember