Chapter 27
It’s early Sunday morning. The sun is up, burning off fog in spotty low-lying areas, and it’s still a cool forty-five degrees Fahrenheit. But, the sky is deep blue, promising to be a beautiful day. Peter had coffee and toast, and he is waiting for Schultz and Mandolini. He moved his Alfa Romeo next to his home, and he is almost ready to leave. As always, Hilde is worried about her husband.
“You will be careful, won’t you, dear?” said Hilde to Peter.
“Please, don’t worry. I will be all right.”
“But I always worry when you are gone.”
“Dear, I could have an accident in the gunsmith shop — shoot myself in the leg or get a finger ripped off on a machine,” said Peter, smiling.
“You are joking with me. Please don’t do that, dear.”
“All right, all right, I won’t do it.”
Someone blew a horn.
Peter turned and walked to the front of his home. Mandolini was driving, and Schultz was in the passenger’s seat.