Chapter 176 Something On Your Mind

• The day after Bianchi was arrested, Andrew and I ate dinner at the mansion. We had pot roast, steamed carrots and broccoli, and pumpkin pie to celebrate the crime boss’s imprisonment. With Bianchi off the streets—at least until his trial—I could breathe a sigh of relief.
• Mostly.
• There was still one loose end that I could not ignore. Neither Bianchi nor his sniper had fingered Bob as a co-conspirator, and Mr. Barone’s word alone was not enough to arrest him without severe repercussions.