“Now you know how we all feel,” Streb stated.
Jimmy really didn’t like this man. Rothschild, his predecessor, had been more dignified.
To the table the three men went, where another three people were seated, wine glasses half full. He wondered how many had been refilled before they’d gotten here. At the head of the table was the man who had come to see Jimmy at Paddy’s, the maybe-Chaz. At the other end was Becs. She was dressed in pearls and gold earrings and too much make-up, a black dress hugging her frail figure. Her lips ruby red. Made only more obvious by the lack of attention to accoutrements by the other woman sitting at the table. One Dr. Amanda Morgan and it was a surprise to see her.
Jimmy shot a look at Brenden but was instructed by Streb to just take his seat. He did. He was
