Joe Woody was sitting in the Bonneville with his window down, smoking a cigarette. He was watching the graveside service from a distance. He looked around, seeing all kinds of wiseguys, but no Chino. The radio was on and he was listening to NPR. Fresh Air was on and they were talking with a woman who"d written a book about George W. Bush.
Fresh AirJoe Woody reached into his jacket and pulled out his flask. He unscrewed the lid and looked at the service, raising the flask to salute Dobbs. He"d never really liked Dobbs, but he"d respected him. Dobbs was a standup guy. He"d hated having to kill him. But that was the job. Dobbs knew that as well as anyone. Dobbs was a legend. Not quite as much as Chino, but he was respected by every wiseguy who"d ever known him (including the ones he"d clippe
