Jessie vaguely remembered Tony and his family lived in an apartment over top of a restaurant on Mulberry Street in New York's Little Italy. Driving slowly down the road, she pointed out the address to Zach. "Here's 127 Mulberry."
"How convenient that Tony lives close to Central Booking." He chuckled. "I hadn't noticed that before." He laughed. Zach found a space to park, then exited the car and together, they worked their way toward the restaurant. "Damn, that Italian food is making me hungry. It feels like I haven't eaten in weeks," Zach said.
"We always say that."
"That's because it's true. We don't eat during the day. Who the hell has time?"
"Then it's a date. We'll come here for dinner tonight."
"Zach," she warned, "focus on Tony."
"Yes, ma'am," he said with a salute.
"I'll take the fire escape; you take the stairs. I don't want this weasel going out the window when Tony sees you at the door."