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Richie sat alone at the bar at Big Caesar’s. He tried talking to people; he tried playing the host, but his heart wasn’t in it.
A number of people walked over to him from time to time to talk to him, but they soon realized—even if he said nothing unfriendly—that their company wasn’t wanted that night.
And, he thought, why should it be? It was Saturday night, after all. The band was playing, the club was filled, but the only song that kept going through his head was “Saturday Night is the Loneliest Night of the Week” because that was how he felt.
Even Shay and Vito had kept out of his way the past couple of days, ever since the incident in Chinatown. He hadn’t even felt like taking on any new clients. He’d had three guys come to him for help, but he turned them all away.
He had hear
