voice was still smooth, kindly even, but Joe could hear a bit of frustration creeping in.
Joe took a moment to keep his own voice in check because he knew how fast Maso could drop the courtly old gentleman mask and reveal the savage cannibal behind it.
"Maso, I think Digger wearing the crown is a great idea. The two of us together? We'll take over the state, take over Cuba while we're at it. I have the connections to do that. But my cut needs to stay close to what it is now. I step down to crew boss? I'll make maybe a tenth of what I'm making now. And I gotta make my monthly nut on - what? - shaking down longshoremen unions and cigar factory owners? There's no power there."
"Maybe that's the point." Digger smiled for the first time, a piece of orange stuck in his upper teeth. "You ever think of that, smart guy?"
Joe looked at Maso.
Maso stared back at him.
Joe said, "I built this."
Maso nodded.
Joe said, "I pulled ten-eleven times out of this city what Lou Ormino was fucking making for you."
"Because I let you," Maso said.
"Because you needed me."
"Hey, smart guy," Digger said, "nobody needs you."
Maso patted the air between him and his son, the kind of calming gesture you used on a dog. Digger sat back in his chair, and Maso turned to Joe. "We could use you, Joseph. We could. But I am sensing a lack of gratitude."
"So am I."
This time Maso's hand settled on his knee and squeezed. "You work for me. Not for yourself, not for the spics or the niggers you surround yourself with. If I tell you to go clean the shit out of my toilet, guess what you're going to do?" He smiled, his voice as soft as ever. "I'll kill your cunt girlfriend and burn your house to embers if I feel like it. You know this, Joseph. Your eyes got a little big for your head down here, that's all. I've seen it happen before." He raised the hand from Joe's knee and patted Joe's face with it. "So, do you want to be a crew boss? Or do you want to clean the shit out of my toilets on diarrhea day? I'm accepting applications for both."
If Joe played ball, he'd have a few days' head start to talk to all his contacts, marshal his forces, and align the chess pieces correctly. While Maso and his guns were back on the train heading north, Joe would fly up to New York, talk to Luciano directly, put a balance sheet on his desk and show him what Joe would make him versus what a retard like Digger Pescatore would lose him. There was an excellent chance Lucky would see the light and they could move past this with minimal bloodshed.
"Crew boss," Joe said.
"Ah," Maso said with a broad smile, "my boy." He pinched Joe's cheeks. "My boy."
When Maso got out of his chair, Joe did too. They shook hands. They hugged. Maso kissed both his cheeks in the same spots where he'd pinched them.
Joe shook hands with Digger and told him how much he looked forward to working with him.
"For," Digger reminded him.
"Right," Joe said. "For you."
He headed for the door.
"Dinner tonight?" Maso said.
Joe stopped at the door. "Sure. Tropicale at nine sound good?"
"Sounds great."
"Okay. I'll get us the best table."
"Wonderful," Maso said. "And make sure he's dead by then."
"What?" Joe took his hand off the knob. "Who?"
"Your friend." Maso poured himself a cup of coffee. "The large one."
"Dion?"
Maso nodded.
"He hasn't done anything," Joe said.
Maso looked up at him.
"What am I missing?" Joe said. "He's been a great earner and a great gun."
"He's a rat," Maso said. "Six years ago, he ratted on you. Means six minutes from now, six days, six months, he'll do it again. I can't have a rat working for my son."
"No," Joe said.
"No?"
"No, he didn't sell me out. That was his brother. I told you."
"I know what you told me, Joseph. I also know you lied. Now, I allow you one lie." He held up his index finger while he added cream to his coffee. "You've had yours. Kill that hunk of shit before dinner."
"Maso," Joe said. "Listen. It was his brother. I know it for a fact."
"You do?"
"I do."
"You're not lying to me?"
"I'm not lying to you."
"Because you know what it means if you are."
Jesus, Joe thought, you came down here to steal my operation for your useless fucking son. Just steal