This is now twice in less than a week that I've had the law at my door, and there's a heavy sense of ominousness in the air. Things are moving at a rapid pace, and I can't help but think that Becky has a point when she says that this is all the machinations of the Russo family. That being said, it doesn't mean that they're wrong.
"Felix, do something." Becky looked scared, and I'm having a hard time sticking to my role of caring husband. "It's going to be okay. I'll call the lawyer." I opened the door to let the officers in, not sure what I was supposed to tell them. Are they supposed to know that we were expecting them?
"Officers."
"Are you Mr. Fontane?"
"I am; what can I do for you?"
"Mr. Fontane, is there a Rebecca Fontane living here?"
