This was not a good place for him to be, but what he needed couldn’t be found anywhere else. He had to get Win to call off his watchdogs. It no longer mattered if the man paid for the death of Jack’s parents, not in the way Jack had originally visualized. Win Giavanelli was old and sick, and his power was dwindling. Jack just wanted out; he wanted to turn his back on the past and protect those he loved.He wasn’t a fool. These people didn’t take kindly to goodbyes. His task was to sever all connections without appearing to sever them at all.“Slummin’, Jackie boy?”Sonny Clete got off his bar stool the moment he saw Jack.Jack affected a bored countenance. “One of those nights, Sonny. You know what I mean. The ones when you know you need sleep but can’t get any.”Α martini in one hand, Sonny sauntered up to Jack. “Sleep like a baby whenever I need to myself.” He talked around a toothpick clamped between his teeth. “Guess that comes from knowin’ the rules of the game and stickin’ to them.
