Chapter Thirty
Jimmy O’Brien was as intelligent as he was physically powerful.
At six foot four and two hundred and forty pounds he had been the perfect choice for the job he loved and clearly flourished in.
Born in Boston, he had seen where the money was, attending Wharton Business School and after graduating at the age of twenty-four headed directly for the crime syndicate called Wall Street.
Kidder Peabody had welcomed the good looking kid with open arms and after a few years of selling lies and deceit to widows and orphans in their Bond and Long term Investments divisions, he had been made manager.
Money flowed like water as well as did Cocaine, vapid models, clothes, a Porsche, a loft in The Common and in the end it all drained out of his heart and soul like it had been nothing.
