Chapter Fourteen
The Rum RunnerGranville, New York
June 10, 1926
This time it was Costello who awoke to pounding on his door.
“Out of bed, soldier!” Kelly’s voice commanded from the hallway.
“What’s going on? What is it?” Costello asked as he fumbled for his pants in the dark.
“Your training begins today,” said Kelly. “Downstairs. Now!”
After a week of intensive boxing training, which started each day with a six-mile run to the armory, Kelly was tired and sore. Rather than simply admit that he needed a day off, Kelly suddenly announced that they had important business on the Canadian border, so Costello’s training as a rum runner would now commence.
Costello hurriedly finished dressing in the dark. As he walked down the stairs, he heard strange voices in the kitchen. In place of t
