“Polucca’s place?”
“Sure. We’ve never been out there.”
“I’ve passed it,” Frank said. “But I didn’t go very close to the place, I’ll tell you.”
Jerry Gilroy, who was a newcomer to Bayport, looked puzzled.
“Where is Polucca’s place?”
“You can see it from here. Look,” said Chet, taking him by the arm and bringing him over to the side of the road. “See where the shore road dips, away out near the end of Barmet Bay. Do you see that cliff?”
“Yes. There’s a stone house at the top.”
“Well, that’s Polucca’s place.”
“Who is Polucca?”
“Who was Polucca, you mean,” interjected Frank. “He used to live there. But he was murdered.”