“I’m very sorry to tell you this ma’am, but your husband passed away last night in Arkham.”
She blinked at him. “He’s dead?”
“Yes ma’am. He was shot in the back while smuggling liquor up the river.”
He had expected anger or tears, the absence of any emotion on display was a little disconcerting. “Do you understand what I am telling you, ma’am?”
Hogan rolled his eyes at Vergil’s efforts and shouldered forward to hand the woman another one of his envelopes. “Louis was a good worker, he didn’t deserve what happened to him and you can rest assured whoever did it will get what’s coming to them. That there is to keep you going until things have settled down. Then we’ll see about getting you some work or a little widow’s pension from one of the unions.”
She slipped the envelope onto the mant
