“Come on, Theo; if I’d turned into a stool pigeon, we’d be having this conversation through Plexiglass or I’d be dead. I know there is some le...dership in place, even if it’s a bit chaotic. If it’s not Mr. DiFronzo, then ask Mr. LaPietra.”“I’ll pass the word up the line,” he replied grudgingly.“Theo, may I say something direct?”“When have you not, Kid?” he said, smiling ruefully.“You have more problems with guys like Lenny Patrick than you’ve ever had with me. It appears I understand «omertà». Nodding distractedly she walked back around the table, flaunting her much lauded femininity as she went. Back in her original position, she eyed him again. "So, cowboy, how do you want to do this?" She asked, hand on a hip, other shoulder deliberately dropping so that her jacket would fall and leave one tanned shoulder bare. She waited for his eyes to follow the movement, to visually taste the exposed flesh, and when they didn't, she pouted with pretended hurt. He turned his back and. "You can let me in."He looked doubtful, so I just tried to nudge the idea into his head. It would have been much easier had he been branded, but I managed to plant the thought. Then his face brightened. "Okay! Come with me."I turned to the girls. "I'll be back with news as soon as I can." I should go with you." Why? I thought you were too superior to her?" I am. But I can help." Sabrina grabbed my hand and shared her thoughts with me in Ilyskn.I looked at the nurse. "One more exception?"He. Cheryl gathered her papers into the briefcase and leftthe office walking out into the parking garage. It wasdark and Cheryl paid little attention to surroundings asshe walked toward her car in the back of the lot. Just asshe arrived at her car, Cheryl heard the breaking of awindow and looked on the other side of the parking garageand saw five men standing around a car. One of the menwas opening the door through the broken glass. Cherylcould see a bat in another man’s hand. Cheryl stood in.