‘No,’ I said, still rubbing my stomach, ‘nothing.’ We were in my room and I was sitting on the bed. Raggio, Rudin and the FBI agent who had saved me were there, along with Jilly Rizzo and Jack Entratter. Up to that point we had not told Frank what happened. There was also the hotel doctor in the room, cleaning the gash on the back of my head. ‘It won’t need stitches,’ he said. ‘I could shave the area and put a bandage—’ ‘That’s OK, Doc,’ I said, waving him away. ‘I don’t wanna be walking around looking like a monk. Thanks.’ He nodded, closed his bag and left the room. ‘So all they said was that they were delivering a message?’ Raggio asked. ‘Right.’ ‘And nothing about Frank? Or Frankie?’ Rudin asked. ‘Not a thing.’ Raggio looked at the FBI agent, whose name was Kent. ‘Agent Kent? You didn’t hear anything?’ ‘No,’ Kent said. ‘I’m sorry, I stopped for a pack of smokes, or I might have been able to save Mr Gianelli some trouble.’ ‘I think you saved me a lot of pain, Agent Kent.
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