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sitting with his typical indolence in an easy chair, legs crossed.

He said, “Where have you and Hennessy been off to tonight?”

Bernie went over to a cabinet and took out a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. “A better question would be what are you doing inside my house at this hour, sitting in the dark?” He poured an inch of bourbon into each glass and carried one over to Landry.

“Thank you.” He clinked his glass against Bernie’s but didn’t drink from it.

Bernie settled himself on the divan facing Landry’s chair. “Well?”

Landry propped his drinking glass on his knee and stared into it for a moment. “My welcome in your little burg has worn thin, Bernie.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Tonight.”

Bernie’s eyebrows shot up. “Tonight? How long do you plan to be away?”

“Forever. I’m severing our partnership. As of now.”

This was an unexpected turn, but not at all disappointing to Bernie. Landry’s welcome had been wearing thin with him, too. Initially, he’d needed a man like Landry to grease the skids into the bootlegging trade.

But Bernie’s own contacts in the cities were well established by now. The value of Landry’s usefulness had decreased. It certainly wasn’t worth the percentage he demanded. If Landry wanted out, Bernie wasn’t at all sorry to bid him farewell.

Nevertheless, he attempted to look bemused. “Why?”

“Bad business practices.”

“Whose?”

“Yours.”

It was an effort for Bernie to conceal his outrage. “I don’t ask for or require the approval of a slick dandy like you, but I am curious. Can you give me an example of the business practices you oppose?”

“Gladly. For example, with a little courting, a little finessing, Laurel Plummer might have been won over. Instead, you bullied her. That tactic didn’t flatter you. It didn’t cast a favorable light on me, either, which I resent. It also failed. Colossally.”

“She’ll come around.”

“Oh, I seriously doubt that. Not after you had her errand boys ambushed and shot all to hell.”

Bernie snickered. “How did the duo fare? Did they survive?”

“I don’t know. I was spotted near the scene. Although I’m not proud to admit it, I ran.” He swirled the whiskey in his glass, the only sign of his simmering anger. “You took that action upon yourself, Bernie. You executed that ambush without consulting me.”

“Because you would have wavered when action was called for.”

“I would have acted with more discretion, as I did with Randy. The problem was solved, but it was neat. Nobody’s curiosity was aroused.”

“We needed to make a splash,” Bernie said. “We needed to do something that would get the lovely widow’s attention.”

“Well, you succeeded at that. But this bloody display will also draw the attention of people who aren’t so lovely. Bad for business, Bernie. Bad for business. Because now, you’re going to be in the bull’s-eye of a crackdown, beginning with a thorough investigation by local law.”

“I’ve made Bill Amos a eunuch, and his department is a joke.”

“His newly appointed deputy isn’t what I’d call a jolly sort.”

“Hutton? I’m not scared of him.”

“Another example of your foolishness.”

“How dare—”

“If Hutton doesn’t give you pause, the Texas Rangers are even less jocular than he is. The governor is a colorful character, granted. But he’s been known to send in troops to help curtail a lucrative bootleg trade. When they all come gunning for the ringleader in this area of the state, I want to be far removed from you.”

He set his glass on a small table at his elbow, then stood. “I let myself in through the back door. I’ll go out the same way.”

Bernie came to his feet. “You smug prick. Do you expect me to believe that you’re just walking away, leaving money on the table, retiring?”

Landry stopped and turned back. “Did I say that?” He flashed the sly grin that Bernie had come to detest. “I’ve never met a woman who didn’t love shoes. And there are women everywhere, who have men in their lives who enjoy a drink.” The grin widened to reveal his gold tooth. “I won’t have any trouble drumming up business.” Then he whispered, “Watch your back, Bernie.”

* * *

Thatcher didn’t see Chester Landry’s car among those parked at the boardinghouse, but he didn’t let that stop him from taking the front steps two at a time. The house was dark except for a few dim lights providing barely enough illumination for him to see his way up the staircase. He knew Landry occupied room number four on the second floor.

He knocked. Silence. He knocked again and put his ear to the door. He heard

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