He was glad he’d taken his mother’s advice and driven with the window down on the way over—he was thinking more clearly than he had been a half hour ago.“Right on time,” Lucky said, then tipped up the expensive bottle of Macallan.“You get everything I asked for?”“It’s all here. Everything.”Jackson glanced at the door. “Joe inside?”“He was. Frank summoned him. And you know what that means. Subito. Presto … presto.”Yes, Jackson knew what that meant. When Frank snapped his fingers he expected his boys to jump. “You go see Crammer Ferguson?”“I did. Gave him the extra hundred like you said and sent a message to Hugh Egan to get his plumbing crew over there pronto. Water will be running by tomorrow.”“Threaten Egan’s life if he didn’t jump, or did you give him a visual?”Lucky grinned. “Funny thing about rumors, Jacky. They always make out the bad guy to be meaner and more heartless than he really is. And likewise, the cop out to be a saint. But you and I know there’s good and bad on both sides.”
