Earlier in the month, he’d received a message at his office instructing him to meet a wealthy man in the Eight Ten Tavern in the Bowery. Sam knew it was because the man had no desire to have Sam seen going into his fancy house by his fancy neighbors.
The tavern wasn’t very crowded at that time of day, and the few men who stood at the bar were dressed in work clothes. In the corner, however, sat two men who were obviously as out of place here as Sam would have been in their mansions in Gramercy or Park Avenue.
The tavern’s patrons studiously ignored them.
The older man glared at him when Sam sauntered up to their table, then turned his glare on his companion, whose resemblance to him was striking. “Is this the man who’s supposed to get your sister back?” he snarled. “I hope he’s better t
