A thicket of flowers crowded the lobby. White lilies among them. The perfume was overpowering. “Mr. Davidson,” Raymond the day doorman said in lieu of good morning. “Bit more of them than usual.” He handed her the card. Flowers for my flower “Those are funeral flowers,” Jimmy said. “The bastard.” “Cops been looking for you,” Ray said. “And two of Davidson’s men.” Dymphna didn’t say shit out loud. She didn’t want him to see how rattled she was. Ray was one of Glory’s. As was everyone who worked in this building. Most of the tenants were too. Glory owned the entire building with the exception of only one or two flats. It was the first of her legitimate holdings. “Thanks, Ray,” Dymphna said, pointing her chin towards the stairs. “No one there now. But I reckon they’d be watching the building. They’ll be here soon.” He nodded at the flowers. “Send them to St. Vinnie’s?” “Find a funeral for them.” She’d made it this far without Mr. Davidson, or one of his men, or one of Glory’s men, or the coppers snatching her.
