Delgado had made good on his promise regarding the Fairview Terraces matter. As far as Haynes was concerned, there wasn’t anything else they needed to discuss. He had gotten his fill of Delgado at the town council meetings. “Chuck. How goes it?” Haynes said with forced cheerfulness. “Other than losing money on a legit investment to help out a friend it’s goin’ great,” Delgado rasped. Haynes remained silent. “I’m talkin’ about you, Frankie boy. And those old geezer friends of yours at Fairview.” “What do you mean?” Haynes spat. “I heard they was gonna pay you back the money you advanced to the landlord for them. Except you didn’t advance no money to us, now did you, Frankie?” “Oh, for God’s sake,” Haynes sighed. “I don’t have time for this.” “Look here, Frankie. We been talkin’ about this. We took a hit to help you out.” “It helped all of us out. You know that. None of us needs Scanlon and company poking around.” “Yeah, but we never thought you’d be pocketing money on the deal.
