“Clemenza wouldn’t take the deal,” I say at once. “Went for Finch. I had to put him down.” Vitali is no fool. He knows my shooting style better than almost anyone else in the Family, and a cursory glance at Clemenza would tell him this wasn’t my work. But he pulls his eyes away from the corpse and shrugs. “Well, that’s a real shame. You’ll have to get new carpet in here. And after all those renovations I just did.”
