Don Cerino sat behind his desk looking down at the gold watch on his wrist to check the time. It was past nine in the morning.
Cerino had spent the last few days waiting for the good news. When the Five Families put up two and a half million dollars in cash on Arslan's head and brought in the pros from out of state, he expected quick results
He expected the news of Arslan's death any moment now. He was waiting for a picture of the kid lying in a pool of blood of his own.
But nothing happened other than the opening of the double doors of the office as Robert walked inside.
With his gray suit and loose tie, his face looked completely drained of color as he walked in.
He shut both doors behind him and turned the lock and went and stood before Cerino.
Cerino looked at him over his cup. "Is the kid dead?" he asked as the only thing he wanted to hear was a Yes.
"No!" but it was the opposite word that Robert had uttered.\
