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the cab and told the driver to take me back to my hotel. I’d be back in a few days to deal with this wrinkle in my plans.

SEVEN
    I had the distinct feeling this Montreal visit was going to be a bust. I knew from my Canadian resources the FBI had already paid a visit to Little Chenzo’s parents home. I knew it was Keane and he knew what I knew, but I wondered if now the world knew.
    Had the parents already rolled over and told the FBI they’d illegally adopted the kid all those years ago? If they’d kept anything other than the bogus paperwork it could eventually get traced right back to me.
    I also needed to get back to New York so I could get into the club and ask a few questions before an overlarge bouncer tossed me out into the alley.
    An older man with white hair greeted me at the door with squinty eyes. He held the door open a crack and didn’t say a word.
    “Mister Black?”
    After way too long he nodded but remained silent.
    “I’m with the government,” I said. I liked to be as vague as possible until they asked some questions. Then I could take out one of the fake badges I had hidden in my jacket.
    He continued to stare without a sound.
    “Do you speak English?” I asked.
    He understood because he looked annoyed. “What do you want? You aren’t from my government. You Americans have no jurisdiction in Canada, yet you keep coming to my door.”
    “I’m really sorry for bothering you. I just have a couple of follow-up questions to ask about your son, Will,” I said, trying to sound official and solemn and try to get the guy to relax.
    It wasn’t working.
    “I have nothing more to say,” Mister Black said. “Good day.”
    He had a thick French Canadian accent and I wondered if Will had had one before he died. I’m not sure why it even mattered, but knowing he was born into a Jersey Italian family made it seem surreal.
    “If I can just come in and ask a few simple questions. Please,” I said.
    “Like I told the FBI agent yesterday, until you find my son I’m not interested in talking to anyone else,” he said.
    Had Keane been here already? Gotten ahead of me? Damn. I was doing too much and this should’ve been my priority. While I was wasting time in New York City he had caught the first flight out of Boston and headed to Canada. I know it was Keane. Actually, at this point, I hoped it was. If it was someone associated with Chenzo we were all in trouble.
    More than likely, Keane had spilled the beans about their dead son but I figured I’d give it a shot myself and see what I could shake out of the tree.
    “I have some bad news,” I said. I dipped my head slightly. He hadn’t shut the door yet, which I took to be a good sign. I needed to spring this on him so he’d drop his guard and let me in. I had a vision of his wife crying on the couch while Frank comforted her and I could slowly pry as much info as possible from the elder couple.
    “What news now?” Frank asked.
    “I’m afraid your son, Will, washed up on a Massachusetts beach a couple of days ago.”
    He didn’t look shocked and he didn’t cry, or scream or do much of anything other than stare at me. I figured Keane had told them the news but maybe he didn’t give them all of the details and I was going to string it along as far as I could at this point.
    “Unless you finally did find Will, I think you are mistaken,” he said.
    “We did. He washed up,” I said.
    Frank shook his head and smirked. “You’re as stupid as the American police officers who called us yesterday. My wife flew down to Boston to claim his body. Guess what? It wasn’t him. Not our son, although I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was the way he lives his life.”
    Now it was my turn to be in shock. “There’s been a mistake.”
    “No mistake on our part. My wife is on her way home now. No one is going to reimburse us for the money we had to pay for a short flight, either. I have a right mind to sue everyone. You understand what I’m