Induction

Mr. Coopingar was a short, stout man with a round face. While he didn’t exactly look friendly, he did have that certain charming air about him. Which was important considering that’s how he snagged all the best contracts in the city.

His dark hair was starting to recede, balding a bit at the back. He kept his face clean, not a whisker in sight. His large, dark eyes were hooded. Like most Mexicans, he had that nice nose that somehow didn’t look out of place or too big.

I straightened as two men followed him into the study. They were new and definitely looked Italian as shit. Their olive skin was even darker than most Italians I know, and they had a distinctly southern Italian look to them. I guessed these were the new inductees from the Eastern branch.

I recognized a few of the other men trailing in. They were all board members or union heads to the legal companies scattered across the state used to cover the real thing – drug and illegal fire arms. Most in the electrical or constru