83 Luci's Theories

- LUCIANO -

Squinting at the computer screen, trying to read the words that are blurring together against the bright background, I scroll past another photograph of one of the Lucchese guys in New York. I've been looking through the current photographs and information that our retired FBI guy, Stan, has been sending me. 

"Still nothing?" 

I look up to see Rory in the doorway, leaning against the frame with her beautiful round belly. She looks exhausted, too. Neither of us have been sleeping much, which worries me. With the baby coming, I know she needs as much rest as she can get now. There won't be a lot of sleep once that little one is here. 

"Nothing," I say weakly and force myself to get out of the chair. 

"You don't have to stop."