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sat down in what had been Larry’s chair across from the old man, and said, “Hello, Mr. Bianchi. My name and number are written on your boy’s forehead.” The old man started looking around for his muscle. Albert jerked a thumb toward the back and said, “He’s in the john.”

He insisted that Bob wear clean clothes and spent some time alone with Bob, presumably going over how to behave, what to say, and most importantly in Bob’s case, what not to say.