“Boss,” Snapper said in greeting.
Jimmy nodded his head.
“So?” Gennaro asked impatiently.
“It’s done,” Snapper said.
“That was fast.”
“We got lucky and were able to get him alone.”
“Everything go all right?”
The enforcers exchanged a glance.
“What?” Gennaro asked. “Don’t tell me you fucked it up.”
“No, no, we didn’t,” Snapper said. “We gave him a real good beatdown.”
“I’m sensing abut.”
“Well, we, um, kinda got interrupted in the middle.”
“Interrupted?”
“A guy came into the restroom where we were working the target over.”
“You didn’t lock the door?”
Jimmy mumbled something.
“What was that?” Gennaro asked.
“Jimmy said the door didn’t have a lock,” Snapper said.
Gennaro stared at them. “You couldn’t think of some other way to keep it closed?”
“Uh, well…we didn’t, um—”
Gennaro waved a hand in the air. “Never mind. Did it get done or not?”
“Yeah. It did, it did.”
Gennaro waited, but when neither man spoke, he rolled his eyes and said, “How about some details?”
“Right, sorry. Um, we hurt him pretty good.”
Jimmy mumbled again.
“Oh, yeah,” Snapper said. “We heard an ambulance arriving at Liesel’s as we drove away. Jimmy’s sure we put him in a hospital.”
“It’s New York. There are sirens all the time.”
Neither man replied to that.
“And what the hell is Liesel’s?”
“It’s the restaurant where we did the job.”
