“Well, well, well,” Jake said, “look who decided to grace my doorway again. What can I get you, Tony?”
“Whatever he’s drinking,” Tony said, gesturing at his target. When he reached the end of the bar he leaned his hand on the grimy surface, trapping the weasel in front of him in the corner, and said in a very quiet, steely voice, “Hi, Billy. Remember me?”
Nervous eyes darted up and back down again and in a shaking voice he said, “Yeah…sure…who doesn’t? You’re a neighborhood legend.”
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