The smile disappeared. The dark eyes widened.
“Nobody’s called me that in years,” she said. “Who are you? Are you from that newspaper…”
“No, I’m not,” Tony said. “I’m not here to cause you any trouble, either. I just want some answers. Give me five minutes and I can explain.”
Francesco’s eyes moved toward a gold numeral wall clock by the door.
“I’ll be timing you,” she told him.
Speaking as quickly as he could while still remaining coherent, Tony ran her through Amy’s murder, the investigation, the death of Niccoldi and the threats against him and K.J. By the time he finished, a single tear had formed in the corner of Francesco’s right eye. She promptly batted it away with a handkerchief.
“Typical Simon,” she said, stifling a sniffle. “He always could draw people’s interest, even from beyond the grave.”
“Did he really kill himself?” Tony asked.

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