âbut you can find Longo at home in Bristol or in his office at Bayside Construction.â
âWhat about Templeton?â
âI donât know. Iâve got something I need to run by him; but his cell goes straight to voice mail, and heâs not answering his home phone either.â
âHeâs a bachelor, isnât he?â
âHeâs gay.â
âI hadnât heard that,â I said.
âHeâs not exactly in the closet,â Fiona said, âbut heâs private about his personal life. Far as I know, he lives alone.â
âAny idea at all where he might be?â
âNo.â
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Forty minutes later, I parked Secretariat at the curb outside McCrackenâs condo and punched his number into my cell phone.
âHey, Mulligan. Whatâs up?â
âItâs a glorious spring afternoon. How about taking a drive with me?â
âWhere are we going?â
âTo visit your clientâthe one you advised to go to the state police about Alfano.â
âYou figured out who it is?â
âIâve got it narrowed down to two, and Iâm right outside.â
âAw, hell. Sit tight. Iâll be right out.â
Five minutes later, he lumbered through his front door in a Red Sox T-shirt and cap that matched my own and climbed into the passenger seat.
âItâs Longo or Templeton,â I said. âYou could save us both time by telling me which one.â
âSorry,â he said, âbut Iâm a still stickler for client confidentiality.â
I smirked and cranked the ignition. Secretariat sputtered to life and galloped south on Route 114.
âAny news about the airport surveillance video yet?â I asked.
âNo, but I might have something for you later this week.â
Longo lived in a McMansion in Bristol Highlands, a fashionable neighborhood that abuts Colt State Park. He answered the door in a sky-blue Nike sweatsuit, looked me up and down, and growled, âOh my God, itâs the press!â Then he laughed heartily, ushered us in, and said, âAnd who might this be? Your photographer?â
I made the introductions. From the looks on their faces as they shook hands, I was pretty sure Longo and McCracken hadnât met before.
âSo, what brings you two out here on a Sunday afternoon?â Longo asked.
âThe gambling bill,â I said.
âSorry. Canât help you with that. I donât mean to be uncooperative, but anything I might say on that subject would be premature. The governor hasnât even sent it to the legislature yet.â
âI understand that,â I said, âbut perhaps you can tell me if you recognize this man.â
I showed him the photo on my cell phone. He studied it for a moment, frowned, and said, âPlease come this way.â
He led us down a gleaming, porcelain-tiled hallway that emptied into a sunny family room with a view of a tulip bed and a kidney-shaped swimming pool. He waved us into a black leather sofa, turned the sound down on a seventy-two-inch flatscreen tuned to the Red SoxâOrioles game, and seated himself across from us in a matching recliner.
âI take it you already know something about this, or you wouldnât be here,â he said.
âThatâs right,â I said.
âThe scuttlebutt around town is that youâve got a high-ranking source at state police headquarters. Is that where youâre getting your information?â
Parisi hadnât told me much, but I figured it was best to let Longo think otherwise.
âYou told the state cops about Lucan Alfanoâs bribe offer,â I bluffed. âIsnât that right?â
âLucan Alfano?â he said.
âThe man in the photo.â
âThe greasy bastard didnât give me his name.â
âBut you recognized the picture?â
Longo hesitated. âCan we go off the record?â he
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