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Authors: Giacomo Giammatteo

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As he walked down the hall from the press briefing, Mazzetti intercepted him. “Good job, Donovan. We did all right, didn’t we?”

“I gave you the credit, Lou. After our Fed friends, of course.”

“It will help my retirement.”

“Don’t tease me with those thoughts. I need a nice female partner.” Frankie laughed, then asked if Lou wanted coffee.

“Not for me. I’m glad this worked out for you.”

“Meaning what?”

“I mean about your friend, that Rat guy. Nice that it turned out not to be him after all.”

Frankie wondered where he was going with this. “Yeah. That had me worried.”

“Guess old Tito just went nuts, torturing and killing people.”

“Not like he didn’t kill people, Lou.”

“I sure wish I could figure out who shot Tito. That would really tie this up.”

“Could have been Paulie. Hell, it could have been anybody. Tito had a lot of enemies.”

Lou reached down and scratched his leg as they walked. “Hey, Donovan, did I tell you I finally caught that rat at my house?”

“No, but I’m happy for you. I’d hate to have a rat in my house.”

“Same here. Couldn’t stand it. I didn’t kill it, though.”

“Didn’t kill it? What the hell did you do with it?”

Lou raised his eyebrows and calmly said, “I let it go. We came to a kind of understanding. It stopped eating my cereal, and I stopped trying to trap it.” Lou lit a smoke as he walked.

Frankie smiled. “I think you did the right thing, Lou. See you later.”

F
RANKIE NEARLY RAN FROM
the office. It had been a long day of wrapping up paperwork on the cases. He hated paperwork, but at least it wasn’t as bad as the shit the Feds had to go through. When he left Harding and Maddox, they still had hours until they finished. As an afterthought, Frankie tried reaching Mazzetti to see if he wanted to catch dinner, but he didn’t answer, so he called Kate. The phone rang four times, then clicked to the machine. He wasn’t used to getting her message, and it was unexpectedly short.

“This is Kate, leave me a message.”

Bugs hesitated. “Hey, uh, Kate, this is Frankie. I was checking to see what you were doing. Thought maybe…I don’t know…thought maybe I’d see if that offer you made was still open.” He hung up and felt stupid. Christ. He sounded like a goddamn tongue-tied kid.

He drove on, admonishing himself for three or four blocks, but then as he went through a nice neighborhood, thinking about how things had gone, he turned philosophical. Tony was dead. Paulie was gone. Nicky was gone too. All of his friends were out of his life, probably forever. It was time to get a new life. Though he wondered about Kate, he felt certain she wanted nothing to do with him. Frankie needed
something
. Nicky and Tony had dragged him back to their world, but he couldn’t stand the thought of a return to his previous existence. Shawna, the hot reporter he once dated, came to mind. She was dangerous. Sexy too. But despite the feelings she stirred in him, he chased the thought away.

He drove slower than usual on the way home, wondering what the hell he was going to do with his life. He’d been going along, thinking he was sacrificing something by being a cop, not having fun like Tony and Paulie. Now he saw that was a farce, but he’d wasted thirteen years. As he turned the corner onto his street, a horn blared. He waved to a neighbor pulling out and saving him the parking space. Maybe this would be a good new life, he thought as he parked.

Frankie walked to the corner, got a bottle of wine, some candy, and a pack of smokes. Alex and Keisha sat on the stoop, occupying their normal spots. Smiles popped onto their faces as he tossed the candy to them in an underhand, softball-style pitch.

“Thanks, FD,” they both said at once.

He rubbed their heads as he went past, then made the ritual climb to his apartment. Twenty minutes later, he was showered and sitting around in boxers and a T-shirt, sipping wine and smoking. As he checked to see what movies were on, someone knocked on the door.

Who the hell…?

He thought about throwing some pants on, but only for a second.
It’s probably Alex
. When he opened it, he just gaped.

“Do I get to come in?” Kate asked, her hands full with pizza and wine.

Bugs stepped aside to let her in, then closed the door quickly. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“You sounded like you needed some company, so I canceled all my dates, and here I am.”

He took the pizza from her and carried it to the table. He wasn’t even hungry, but right now, pizza never looked so good.

Bugs suddenly realized he was in his shorts. “Damn, excuse me, Kate. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ve seen you in less,” she said. “Sit down. We’ve got hot pizza and slightly-chilled wine.”

Frankie opened the wine, got some plates, then sat next to her. They didn’t talk about cases, or cops, or anything of importance. She told him about growing up in Illinois. He told her about the old neighborhood, about his father and mother, and about Tony, Paulie, and Mick. But mostly he told her about Nicky.

“We had this crazy oath we used to swear to,” he said. “We’d put our fists together and raise them in the air and holler, ‘Friendship and honor.’ It was kind of stupid, but it worked for a long time.” He stared at the blank wall with a glazed look in his eyes.

“So what ever happened with this oath?”

Bugs snapped out of it. “The oath? It’s dead, Kate. All the guys are gone.”

She rested her chin on her knuckles, elbows on the table. “You know, I like you Frankie. Not for sex,” she quickly added, “but I’m thinking I could be a friend. If you need one, that is.”

Frankie looked at her with what he knew was the best smile he’d worn in years. “You feel like watching a movie?”

“What kind?”

“You know I like old ones. Black-and-whites are best.”

“I think so too,” she said, then got up, kicked her shoes off, and curled up on a corner of the couch. “
Now
you can put some pants on. I don’t want that thing poking out during the movie.”

Frankie’s laughter followed him from the room.

Kate took a sip of wine and smiled, and then she laughed too, really hard, the way she used to when they dated.

Back in the bedroom, Frankie dressed and thought about Kate. She didn’t care about his barren apartment, or about his building with no elevator. And she held no grudges from before. Most important of all, she was here for him.
Here
without even being asked.

The more he thought about it, he realized she was like a friend from the old neighborhood. Maybe friendship and honor weren’t dead after all. He hummed an old tune of Mamma Rosa’s while he slipped on his shirt, then, as he buttoned his pants, he heard Kate’s laughter bouncing off the barren walls, filling his empty bedroom.

Frankie stopped dressing, sat on the bed—and just listened.

Acknowledgments

The tough part of writing a book is not the writing, it’s all the stuff that comes after that. I’ll take credit for the writing. For the tough parts I am honor bound to thank the following:

My great copyeditor, Annette Lyon from Precision Editing Group.

A fantastic graphic designer, Goce Veselinovski, for the book cover.

Chris Fisher and Morgana Gallaway for the amazing layout and formatting.

And most importantly the army of beta readers who whipped this book into shape. They caught the mistakes I let slip.

Missy, my daughter-in-law, the one who suffered through those first drafts, and second, and third…

My daughter, Aliza, for spending countless nights arguing over what to edit out of the book. My sister, Rose, for her perception of human nature. My sons, Jimmy and Tony. My brother Chris, and all the others: Sahrina, Otto, Dana, Tom Connelly, Susan Henderson, Kathy Jensen, John Hannagan, Paul Campbell, and my good friend, Danette Ondi, for the keen insight and suggestions.

Magnificent authors and dear friends: Elizabeth Hull, who brings her characters to life like no other; Carlos Cortes, whose eloquence in his second language exceeds my native tongue; and Tochi Onyebuchi, whose imagination I can only hope to grasp a part of.

And to two of my oldest friends: Lee Comegys and Steve Budney. You know why.

None of this would have been possible if not for the dedicated, loving nuns at St. Elizabeth’s, who inspired, encouraged, motivated, and beat an education into me.

Special thanks to my Aunt Rose and Aunt Margaret, two of the most magnificent people on earth. And to my mother and father, two of the most magnificent people no longer on earth. Lastly, to my wife, Mikki, the love of my life, the one I was meant to love from day one. She is my “Angela.”

Ti amo con tutto il mio cuore.

About the Author

I live in Texas now, but I grew up in Cleland Heights, a mixed ethnic neighborhood in Wilmington, Delaware, that sat on the fringes of the Italian, Irish and Polish neighborhoods. The main characters of
Murder Takes Time
grew up in Cleland Heights and many of the scenes in the book were taken from real-life experiences.

Somehow I survived the transition to adulthood, but when my kids were young I left the Northeast and settled in Texas, where my wife suggested we get a few animals. I should have known better; we now have a full-blown animal sanctuary with rescues from all over. At last count we had 41 animals—12 dogs, a horse, a three-legged cat and 26 pigs. Oh, and one crazy—and very large—wild boar, who takes walks with me every day and happens to also be my best buddy.

Since this is a bio some of you might wonder what I do. By day I am a headhunter, scouring the country for top talent to fill jobs in the biotech and medical device industry. In the evening I help my wife tend the animals, and at night—late at night—I turn into a writer.

Thanks for taking a look at the book, and if you have time, please explore the website:
www.giacomogiammatteo.com

And don’t forget to let me know what you think.

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Thanks for taking the time to read the book. I hope you enjoyed it.

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If you’re looking for more of Frankie Donovan and Nicky Fusco, they’ll be back in
Murder Has Consequences
, the second book in the Friendship & Honor Series, scheduled for an October release. In the meantime,
A Bullet For Carlos
, the first in the Blood Flows South Series, will be released in July. I think you’ll like it.

Thanks again for your time,

Giacomo

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