““Moments later, Hawfield walked in. He wasn't alone. “You've got to be kidding!” Hi blurted. Carmine Corcoran's scowl was as deep as ever. He'd lost a few pounds, but was still a large man, with muttonchop sideburns and a bristly black mustache. His hair was graying at the temples, making him appear more distinguished than his forty-five years merited. Ruth popped the back of her son's head. “Mind your manners, Hiram.” “Why does everyone do the?” Hi muttered. “And child abuse. In front of the police, I might add.””
