The BlackmailNothing during the visit seemed wrong to me. Could Tony's lack of sleep and worry about the issue with Gardena — whatever it was — be making him paranoid?
I turned to Tony, hoping he might speak further on what troubled him about the visit, but he stared out of the window.
Tony's brother was poisoned by an assassin. Perhaps this made Tony wary of anyone who had cause to hate him.
We approached the bridge to Market Center and crossed it. After a while, my thoughts drifted to how I might get Ma out of the city.
If I had money for a zeppelin ticket, the matter would be simple. But I didn't, so the alternative was smuggling her out. And the only way to smuggle someone out would be to appeal to the Clubbs, who would want to know why I wanted a Pot rag smuggled out of the city.
