Chapter 44: Beating Down the Bad Neighbors

Solomon Sabey was behind the wheel of his sports car, taking two beauties out to dinner. He picked up a call, and his hackles rose. "Who dares lay a hand on my godmother? I'll kill him!" "No need to kill anyone," Salvatore Casson said. "But a lesson is in order. Get over here-you handle it." It wasn't a big deal, but doing it cleanly would take finesse. Peter, hearing Salvatore, wore a scornful look. "Kid, don't play games with me! Know who my nephew is? He works at the precinct! One phone call,...