Hadn’t retired reporter Stan warned him of how protective Cosimo was of his granddaughters? What if the Carusos had discovered his identity and wanted to rub him out as they’d rubbed out his father?Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now andat the hour of our death.

Now what?” he finally asked.Téa came to stand in the doorway of her office. “Nowwhat, what? Hey, is that you, Cal?”“Affirmative.”Affirmative? Was that the cutest or what?