The Night Boss
Joe Michaelsuicide shopwhere the hell is the bosspampered by the ruthless underground bossmy little blacksmith shop
“And the kind of people who hide down there don’t like giving up names.”
“So what’s the play?”
“We keep eyes out. Quiet eyes. No one spooks him. If he thinks we’re hunting, he’ll burrow deeper.”
Kross leaned back, lit a cigarette, and let the smoke curl toward the ceiling.
The kid was a ghost now.
But ghosts could be found, if you were patient enough.
Back at the shop, Rico kept his head down.
The Boss had been working on some side deals lately, and Rico’s job was mostly grunt work — hauling, cleaning, keeping the front tidy while the back rooms handled the real business.
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