Montana only stared at Debbie and smiled a little, but he didn't say anything. He only pocketed his badge. "By the way, I didn't blow up my company building. I was just mixed up with someone else—"
"Oh, my God, Mon!" Deborah Stewart got to her feet and grabbed Montana by the shoulders, making him face her so she could check his face while holding the chin. "It really is you! Wha—how? Why are you here in Boston?! Wait… the news… you said that was not you?"
"Not me." Montana took her hand off of his chin. "Listen, I'm not here to chat—"
"Oh, wow, I never thought I'd see you again!" She then heavily patted his shoulders. "You look more… erm, I feel like puberty hasn't done an amazing job on you… but hey, how are you? How's your wife? Is she well? Does she live in North End, too? Do you have any children?"
