9
IT MATTERS NOT FROM WHERE THEY COME, ONLY THAT THEY COME!
Jake beckoned the waiting man to come forward.
Grateful to be summoned, he rose from his chair and picked his way considerately through the crowd. He didn’t catch Jake’s eye once as he approached. Jake liked that. It meant he would be easy to coerce.
Jake leant back in his wooden chair and waited for the man to approach fully. Wringing his cap in his hands, he stood before Jake looking lost and confused. Still unsure how fate had delivered him to such a place, to such people. He daren’t catch the mobster’s eye.
Jeesus, Jake thought, it’s like taking sweets from a baby.
Jake waited. Left him hovering uncomfortably. The desk before him was bare except for a map laid open and weighted down with a revolver and a tumbler of whisk
