Chapter 46
“What took you so long, my friend?” Kate asked Rikka as the Ferrari whipped into the parking spot beside the FBI’s black Taurus and she climbed out from the driver’s side. Rikka’d had a significant head start but had arrived ten minutes later than Kate with her FBI in tow.
Leona and Harold had gone into the Red Hook Container Terminal’s offices to see about getting access to the videos.
Kate and Marcus had stood outside and waited in the warm afternoon sunshine, leaning back against the agent’s car and chosen every New Yorker’s first topic. He wasn’t a big foodie, but they were both lifetime New Yorkers and shared favorite restaurants.
Sam Fierro’s deli had led them to Katz’s. The pizza man in the photo district, though he was gone now, and the hotdog cart vendor near St. Pa
