A knock sounded on his door.

"Come in," he sang out.

Steve Foley sauntered into the office, smiling ingenuously. With his clean cut, all-American good looks, he resembled a college linebacker. He ostensibly served as a bouncer at Rebel's.

No one would ever suspect the burly young man was a vicious, cold-blooded killer. In the eight years Gino had run Rebel's, he'd never required Foley's services in that capacity.

Until now.

"You sent for me, Boss?" Foley asked.

"Got a job for you, Stevie," Falloni answered. "Tomorrow night I want you to go over to Liz Brannigan's place and...persuade her to come back to work here."

Foley whistled. "She quit?...