"Company coming," Jack warned Anthony and disappeared out the door.
Anthony quickly put the ledger he had been writing in—the one with the truthful accounting records—back in the drawer. Typical of Jack not to say who was making his way up the stairs and down the hall to see him. Could be the revenuers, could be the law, could be any one of the people they had crossed in the past. By the sound, whoever it was had heavy feet.
"Pops," Anthony acknowledged when the visitor entered.
It took Anthony by surprise seeing how much his old man had aged. He hadn"t really looked hard at Big Tony since he returned from the war. In the familiarity of the family home and soft lightening, his father was the same imposing man—a self-satisfied mob boss past the pinnacle of his career. Here in the unfamil
