“The screaming was new, and so was the sound of fighting, but these nighttime episodes were not unprecedented. The likely culprit was Michael’s diabetes. Or maybe it was Michael and Rita Duvall, finally having that first big fight; she’d been in L.A. shooting a game show, but maybe it had wrapped early. Realistically, Neri had secured this building so well that there wasn’t a Chinaman’s chance that anyone had broken in. Still, when a guy’s running bare-assed down a hallway toward strange noises in the dead of night, a guy thinks things. Those fucking Bocchicchios. That cocksucker Geraci. The bodyguard’s face was as calm as that of some civilian out taking the family dog for a brisk walk.Michael’s heavy bedroom door was locked from the inside. Neri had arranged it so that it took a special key to open. The screaming had stopped. Neri pounded on the door. “Hey, boss!” No sound at all from inside. On instinct, Neri tried to kick the door open, slamming the heel of his bare foot against it.
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