to stay. Or grab an apron and help out.â She smiled again.
âAh, thatâs okay. Iâll just stop back later,â Kidd said, heading toward the door. He stopped and turned. âHowâs your gnocchi?â
âThe best in town.â
âPerfect. Iâll be back for dinner.â
âWe fill up this time of year. Iâd be happy to make you a reservation.â She walked to the podium by the door.
âThank you. Iâm serious about my gnocchi,â Kidd said. âI like to enjoy dinner without a lot of people around. What time does it quiet down around here?â
âOur latest reservation is nine oâclock,â she said, âbut weâre usually dead after eight.â
âNine would be perfect, then,â Kidd said, thinking it might give him a chance to quietly connect with Anton.
âFor one?â she asked.
âYes.â
âYou wonât be disappointed. Our gnocchi is out of this world. We have a wonderful new chef. Heâs Sicilian!â
âSicilian?â Kidd asked. âWhat a coincidence. I know a guy from Sicily.â
âAnd your name?â she asked.
âCarter Kenney,â Kidd lied. âMy name is Carter Kenney.â
âAh, your name sounds a little Irish,â she said.
âMore than a little.â Kidd laughed.
âWeâll see you tonight.â She smiled again and set down the pencil.
Carter Kenney was not an alias Kidd had ever used before, but he hadnât missed a beat when asked. It was an old CIA alliteration trick. When making up a false identity, use your actual initials. It makes the alias easier to remember. It was the same advice the FBI gave to families entering the witness protection program. Heidi Strauss becomes Helen Stassen. Over the years, Carson Kidd had gone by hundreds of names but, for the rest of this trip, he would now be Carter Kenney.
Kidd had no idea what alias Anton was using, but he knew his real name. His name was Amado Anton. Kidd knew just about everything there was to know about Anton. He knew Anton was born in the Philippines and moved to the Hampton Roads area of Virginia when he was twelve. Kidd knew that Anton had joined the navy when he was eighteen and was quickly recruited into the navyâs most elite fighting force, known as SEAL Team Six. He knew they bothhad been trained at The Farm. And as recently as two weeks ago, they were both members of the CIA. But what he didnât know was what Anton was doing here and who Anton had been talking to. Was the guy with the long hair the new Sicilian chef? Was he the Sicilian? Had Anton actually managed to find and get close to the Sicilian? If so, why hadnât he killed him yet? The kitchen at an Italian restaurant should have offered many opportunities to kill him. If, indeed, the man was the Sicilian.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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I lay on the bed thinking about my mom having to come to this town to confront a killer. According to my dadâs book, a world-class killer. The best killer. Iâd always known she was tough. But Iâd had no idea how tough she truly was.
I wondered if the Sicilian killed my mom. I wanted to skip to the end of the novel and see what happened to her. But according to my dadâs book, Anton and the Sicilian both specialized in making assassinations look like accidents. I assumed that Anton, like my mom, was killed here in Galena. And I assumed that accidents like hot water heaters killing people and hay balers chewing people up and spitting them out hinted at the fact that the Sicilian was still here and still working his way down the list of witness protection rats.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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