“That was fast,” Joe said into the receiver. “What do you got for me?” Almost immediately, his shoulders went tense again. “But the paper said his secretary found him.”
Carlo frowned. He knew papers could be biased, but putting deliberate lies within an article was simply wrong. Was that what Joe had meant about what they were holding back?
“Well, I suppose that makes sense.” Joe didn’t sound like he liked it, though. “Did they get lucky with a name?…No, of course not, because that would be too—what?” His tone sharpened, ready to cut at the slightest provocation. “But that takes days to find out…You don’t think I don’t know that?”
The rest of the conversation was silent on Joe’s part, and while it felt like it stretched for hours, it could only have been another minute or two before Joe muttered a goodbye and returned the phone to the cradle. Carlo waited for him to turn around, to speak, to do anything, really, but all he did was stand there, staring at a blank spot on the wall.