It was too much of a scummy pub—even though the owners were high up in the ranks and had a lot of money. They had to have a bunch of money. I was bringing them so much money now, and that was just me. How many people did they have who also had to pay to be in the right circles? And from what Alex had said, they had a lot of places all over the city. When I walked in the white-suited lackey Harry against the far wall saw me straight away and nodded at me as if he’d been expecting me. I didn’t make an appointment before coming or anything, so I wondered what they would have done if I didn’t show up when they expected me to. If they were anything like the Stone Cold Club, which I was more than willing to believe, they would send someone out to bust my kneecaps as a warning, and if I still didn’t show, they would come after me to retrieve the cash with a bullet. Guys like those in the Crucifix Six and the Stone Cold Club had everything except a conscience.
