Chapter 46: A WITNESS?

Jessie barreled down the hall toward Zach and Harwell. "You are not going to believe who just called," she said breathlessly.

"Try us," Harwell said.

"Vito Lorenzano."

"And?" Harwell said, his hand twirling in a circular motion, "what did he say?"

"He wants to talk."

"Hot damn!" Zach said with effervescence. "Chalk another one up for our team. Where are we meeting him?"

"He wants us to meet him at six o'clock by the Vincent van Gogh exhibit in the Metropolitan Museum of Art."

"Where?" Zach's voice raised an octave.

"You heard me right."

"You've got to be kidding."

"No. And it was his idea. How about that?"

"I guess that's the last place anyone would ever suspect he'd be."

"I think that's the whole idea."

"Good," Harwell said, "get out of here and get his story."

"Did you check the museum's hours of operation?" Zach asked. "I think they close at five-thirty tonight."

"No, they're open until nine o'clock on Fridays and Saturdays."