I have. Bren', you seen this guy before?"
Brenny Loomis picked up the nine ball and examined it. "No."
Joe felt a relief so overpowering he worried he might lose control of his bladder.
"The Shoelace." Albert snapped his fingers. "You're in there sometimes, aren't you?"
"I am," Joe said.
"That's it, that's it." Albert clapped Joe on the shoulder. "I run this house now. You know what that means?"
"I don't."
"Means I need you to pack up the room where you've been living." He raised an index finger. "But I don't want you to feel like I'm putting you on the street."
"Okay."
"It's just this is a swell joint. We have a lot of ideas for it."
"Absolutely."
Albert put a hand on Joe's arm just above the elbow. His wedding band flashed under the light. It was silver. Celtic snake patterns were etched into it. A couple of diamonds too, small ones.
"You think about what kind of earner you want to be. Okay? Just think about it. Take some time. But know this - you can't work on your own. Not in this town. Not anymore."
Joe turned his gaze away from the wedding band and the hand on his arm, looked Albert White in his friendly eyes. "I have no desire to work on my own, sir. I paid tribute to Tim Hickey, rain or shine."
Albert White got a look like he didn't like hearing Tim Hickey's name uttered in the place he now owned. He patted Joe's arm. "I know you did. I know you did good work too. Top-notch. But we don't do business with outsiders. And an independent contractor? That's an outsider. We're building a great team, Joe. I promise you - an amazing team." He poured himself a drink from Tim's decanter, didn't offer anyone else one. He carried it over to the pool table and hoisted himself up on the rail, looked at Joe. "Let me just say one thing plain - you're too smart for the stuff you've been pulling. You're nickel-and-diming with two dumb guineas - hey, they're great friends, I'm sure, but they're stupid and they're wops and they'll be dead before they're thirty. You? You can keep on the path you're on. No commitments, but no friends. A house, but no home." He slid off the pool table. "If you don't want a home, that's fine. I promise. But you can't operate anywhere in the city limits. You want to carve something out on the South Shore, go ahead. Try the North Shore, if the Italians let you live once they hear about you. But the city?" He pointed at the floor. "That's organized now, Joe. No tributes, just employees. And employers. Is there any part of this I've been unclear on?"
"No."
"Vague about?"
"No, Mr. White."
Albert White crossed his arms and nodded, looked at his shoes. "You got anything lined up? Any jobs I should know about?"
Joe had spent the last of Tim Hickey's money to pay the guy who'd given him the info he needed for the Pittsfield job.
"No," Joe said. "Nothing lined up."
"You need money?"
"Mr. White, sir?"
"Money." Albert reached into his pocket with a hand that had run over Emma's pubic bone. Gripped her hair. He peeled two ten spots off his wad and slapped them into Joe's palm. "I don't want you thinking on an empty stomach."
"Thanks."
Albert patted Joe's cheek with that same hand. "I hope this ends well."
We could leave," Emma said.
"Leave?" he said. "Like together?"
They were in her bedroom in the middle of the day, the only time her house was empty of the three sisters and the three brothers and the bitter mother and angry father.
"We could leave," she said again, as if she didn't believe it herself.
"And go where? Live on what? And do you mean together?"
She didn't say anything. Twice he'd asked the question, twice she'd ignored it.
"I don't know much about honest work," he said.
"Who said it needs to be honest?"
He looked around the grim room she shared with two sisters. The wallpaper had come off the horsehair plaster by the window and two of the panes were cracked. They could see their breath in here.
"We'd have to go pretty far," he said. "New York's a closed town. Philly too. Detroit, forget about it. Chicago, KC, Milwaukee - all shut to a guy like me unless I want to join a mob as low man on the totem."
"So we go west, as the man said. Or down south." She nuzzled her nose into the side of his neck and took