I was finally coming down from the excitement of the fight when the Duesenberg stopped in front of my place. Oh Boy stayed with the car. The rest of us headed to the front door. Fat Joe Beddoes looked at me through the little spy door. He grunted, “About fucking time you got back.” I ushered the women inside and said, “I’ve never seen him so emotional.” Frenchy roared, “Goddamn, boss, you’re here,” as Marie Therese kissed me. I did a quick head count. Eight at the bar, three couples in the booths, nine at the tables. Well, it was a nasty night. The regulars nodded to me, looking curiously at the women and the little boy as we walked to a corner table. Connie Nix giggled at the painting behind the bar. Mrs. Pennyweight ordered scotch. I ordered an Irish, and an Irish and ginger ale for Connie. No cherries for the kid. When Marie Therese brought the drinks, I told her to sit down. “I found the cop, Hourigan.
