With a "click", in the corner of the history and local history reading room on the second floor of the New York City Public Library, a book fell from the shelf and fell to the floor.

The bookshelf trembled slightly, and the reader who was reading with his head down on the bookshelf next door cast his eyes in this direction, and he heard a voice over there, and someone called out softly, "ah", very briefly, and disappeared in one fell swoop.

After a short while, Arthur came out from behind the bookshelf, and with a normal face, he walked over to the fallen book, picked it up, patted it, and put it back in its original place. Then, Karen also walked out, she straightened her glasses and hair, and breathed a sigh of relief. There was an unconcealed sense of pleasure and a hint of flushing on her face, and the freckles on her nose looked even more lovely.

Arthur noticed the stranger who was looking at him, and the two exchanged glances, both smiling understandingly.

Karen stepped forward and leaned over and asked softly, "Are you a chef?" ”

Arthur was slightly surprised, how did she know, "yes, Little Italy Luciano's restaurant." ”

He doesn't shy away from his identity, and the chef is a good cover for him, although he is a little frustrated, but he is low-key and harmless, and he is not noticeable.

Karen's eyes showed a hint of slyness, obviously proud that she had guessed Arthur's identity, and her tone was no longer as calm as before, but more contemptuous, explaining, "You smell of the kitchen. ”

This contempt made Arthur a little uncomfortable, and Arthur knew that Karen must have a very good background, and in her eyes he was a small candy that he had accidentally found, not even a dessert after dinner. Her green eyes rolled up and down, and those eyes were critical eyes that were the ones that judged her prey after the fact, and there was no tenderness or admiration, which was something that only Gina had in her eyes.

"Oh, Gina......" Arthur thought of Gina, who was still waiting for him in the rose reading room.

So he said to Karen in a cold tone: "I'm leaving, thank you for helping me, thank you very much." ”

Surprised by Arthur's sudden coldness, Karen thought Arthur would pester her for a contact information or something. She also lowered her face and waved gently at Arthur, "Nice to meet you, goodbye." ”

With that, the two parted ways on the second floor. Except for a momentary affair, Arthur didn't know anything about this woman, not even if the name was real. But he didn't care, in Arthur's memory, it was just another addition to the roster of Italian stallions.

Arthur thought that Gina was in a hurry on the third floor, maybe looking for himself everywhere, he ran upstairs in three steps and two steps, but when he arrived at the rose reading room, he found Gina with headphones in her ears, lying on her desk, and falling asleep with the air conditioner blowing......

Gently pushing her to wake her up, Gina took off the headphones and rubbed her eyes, reached out to wrap her arms around Arthur's waist, and hugged him to enjoy a moment of warmth. But she immediately noticed something, sniffed, looked up at Arthur alertly, and asked, "Arthur, you have a scent on you." ”

Arthur's scalp was numb, but he immediately calmed down, touched Gina's head, and said, "I just went to the bathroom, and there was a woman spraying perfume at the door, I may have drenched some..."

Gina looked at Arthur in disbelief, then at her watch, thinking that nothing would happen in the library for ten or twenty minutes, so she let her guard down. Gina is still a little younger.

The two reached the first floor, where Arthur met Gina's friend in the lobby, but Gina's fears did not happen, and Arthur and her friend did not look at each other at all. Although the blond Jenny's eyes stayed on Arthur for a few seconds, she was not interested in the half-blooded appearance, he liked the same light-haired pure white handsome guys as her.

And Arthur has no feelings for these high school students, except for Gina, because the two were together before he crossed over. To be honest, Arthur still prefers mature women, and one Gina is enough for him.

At this time, Arthur happened to see Karen passing by the hall with a book in her hand, passing by Arthur. She didn't look at Arthur as she passed, but she reached out and gently brushed her hair, and the sapphire on her snow-white wrist shone brightly, attracting Arthur's attention. She walked away on her long, slender legs, without glancing at Arthur, but Arthur knew that she saw herself.

……

It was just after six o'clock in the evening Eastern time, and the night gradually covered New York City.

Abramo drove back to his son's school gate and picked up Angelo to Madison Square Square to watch the game.

In the car, Abramo was in a good mood and did not lose his temper because of the traffic jam in New York. With just over an hour to go before the start of the game, he was in no hurry. Angelo took out a New York Knicks No. 33 jersey from her bag and put it on, which was Ewing's number. Although living in New Jersey, Angelo is a Knicks fan and has little interest in the New Jersey Nets.

The unhappiness of being forbidden to drive to school by his father was gone, and he was happy to be able to go to Madison tonight and still have a front-row seat. The Knicks are in great shape in the East this year, Michael Jordan announced his retirement last summer, and the Knicks have no opponent in the East.

They signed Anthony Bonner and Gerard Paddio in the summer to further bolster their already strong forward line. In January of this year, Derek Harper was traded, and the strength was further inflated. Prior to tonight's game against the Miami Heat, the Knicks had won a staggering 14 straight and were currently the hottest team in the league.

Abramo is in a good mood when he sees his son happy, although he is not a basketball fan, he prefers football. As an old-school Italian gangster, Abramo looked down on blacks in his heart, and naturally looked down on the black-dominated NBA league.

But there is no way, football lacks enough influence in the United States, and in the New York area, football, baseball, and basketball are the favorites of young people. Angelo's favorite thing is the gorilla Ewing, and Abramo sees him and thinks he is the best proof of Darwin's evolutionary theory.

At seven o'clock, father and son arrived at the Garden Square. Park the car and enter through the main entrance with many fans, and above the main entrance hangs a long poster, tonight is the Knicks game, and the poster is printed with a promotional photo of the entire Knicks team. Patrick Ewing's avatar was placed in the center, and Abramo looked up at the poster and muttered, "I didn't know that I thought 'Planet of the Apes' was going to be shown tonight." ”

After checking the tickets, the two entered the noisy court, and the Knicks and Heat players on the court were already warming up. Abramo got a front-row seat ticket close to the player's bench this time, and one cost more than $1,000, and a few seats in front of the seat can see Knicks diehard director Spike Lee.

Once he found a seat and sat down, Abramo asked for a box of popcorn and two Cokes from the snack staff, and in a few moments the game was about to begin. The music and DJs were getting louder and louder, and Angelo was already in the groove and began to engage in the excitement with the fans around her.

Abramo's attention was not on the pitch, he looked left and right, as if he was looking for something.

Soon, he looked at him, found his goal, handed the Coke in his hand to Angelo, and said loudly: "Angelo, I'll go to the toilet!" ”

Abramo leaves his seat and goes to the nearest restroom, pretending to pee in front of the urinal. A moment later, a man in an old beige suit walked in, stood next to Abramo, zipped down his pants and drained the urinal into the urinal with water.

"You're sitting a bit far away." Abramo said, apparently, to the man beside him.

"I'm not as rich as you, what's the matter with me? Hasn't the East Rutherford affair been resolved? The man asked anxiously.

This person's name is Hunter, and he is an inside line for Abramo in the New York Police Department, of course, he is not an undercover agent, but a serious detective. It's just that he is addicted to gambling and was pulled into the gang by Abramo, and often provides Abramo with some tips from the police station, and the corresponding Abramo delivers some benefits to him.

Through the construction truck, Abramo finds out that the mastermind behind the killing of Vera in East Rutherford is Jackie Gandolfeld, who is the Hunt gang. Abu asked him to meet at Madison Garden today, and this guy is also a fan of the Knicks, and the Knicks didn't lose a game.

Abramo trembled, saw that there was no one around, took out a photo from his pocket and put it on Hunter's urinal, and said, "New thing, help me check this girl, it should be in the missing persons directory." He pulled out the picture of Anna that Arthur had given him on Good Friday.

Hunter looked twice and tried to put the photo away, but Abramo snatched it back.

"Hey, how can I check if you don't give me a picture?"

"Use what you see, write down what it looks like."

As he spoke, Abramo showed Hunter the photo twice. Hunter squinted and looked, she was indeed a very beautiful little girl, but there are thousands of such beautiful little girls missing in the United States, how can he find them without photos? The United States began to establish a database of missing persons in 1950, and in the 90s, it began to digitize data, which can be queried through computers on the intranet. Thousands of people go missing in the United States every year, and tens of thousands of pieces of data are stored in databases.

"Can I draw him?" Hunter felt that a good memory was better than a bad pen.

Abramo agreed, and Hunter took out his notepad and pencil that he had brought with him, both of which were more important than a gun as a detective. He looked at the photographs and drew a rough sketch, he was trained in professional face sketching, and he was able to draw all the features of Anna in a few strokes.

"Nice drawing... Hey, do you want to bet on tonight's game? Abramo put away the photo and went to the sink with Hunter to wash his hands.

"What bet? Tonight's game? Hunter asked as he washed his hands, and could tell that his eyes lit up at the first sight of the word bet.

"Tonight's game, the regular season, the finals, the win, the over/under, the half-time, you can... I'm betting that the Knicks will win tonight, handing 7.5 points. ”

“…… I didn't bring cash... I... I'm also bullish on the Knicks. ”

"It's okay, I'll call and help you place your bet, $1,000? OK？ ”

“OK！” Hunter gritted his teeth and agreed.

After meeting with Jackie in the morning, Abramo has acquired a margin to operate a portion of the New York area of sports betting, and the Gandophil family's other thigh gambling business will also enter Arthur's attack.

This year happens to be 1994, and the two major events in the sports betting industry are the NBA Finals in June and the World Cup in the United States.