New York CityIt was getting late in the evening and the night air felt chilly. Two men stood outside a large brick building in Manhattan near a dead-end alley. No one else was in the vicinity.
“Remind me again why the boss wants us to hang out here freezing our asses off?” Tommy asked.
“Hell if I know,” Frank said. “He just said we needed to be on the lookout for a stray.”
Frank grimaced his skepticism. “I know the boss has got a way of seeing things coming. But this seems a bit of a reach, even for him.”
The two men were key enforcers in the mysterious Venator crime syndicate. Given the nature of their work, they had little reason to feel apprehensive, despite standing in such a foreboding location and waiting to see if anyone might wander so close to an area they controlled. Both men
