A man like Salvatore Ajello, with nothing productive to do, is a serious threat to society. God only knows what crazy ideas might pop into his head. But if he has developed a sudden interest in matchmaking, I can get Adam to contact a buddy of his who runs a local radio station. Maybe Ajello could get his own show? Mm-hmm. Nightly dating advice from the Cosa Nostra don. Live, on air. I snicker inwardly, imagining it. “You free on Thursday evenings?” I ask. “No. Why do you ask?” “No reason.”
