Chapter 18

“And that’s when I called the police. Pulled out my cellphone and dialed 911.” Carney sat back, fidgeting, and Doyle knew he was hungry for a cigarette. “Before I knew what was happening, Giorgio. You know Giorgio? He’s the manager. He comes out sees what’s going’ on and hustles me back inside. Says it was for my safety. That was funny because I didn’t feel unsafe. That beating was way down the block.”

“Do you remember the guy’s face at all?”

“It was way down the street and it was at night. Of course not. It was just a blurry face at that distance. Though…”

“What? You remember something now?” Doyle asked.

“Not about the guy.”

“Then who?” Kord sounded impatient and Doyle was worried he’d explode again.

“G-Giorgio.”

“What about him?” Kord asked.

“He stared at the guy for a while. And I remember he mumbled something like, ‘Son of a bitch…’ But I was too focused on calling the police and keeping an eye on the beating.”