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sometimes when you sleep on a problem it clears itself up."
"I'm not the one with the probЧ" Muldan began.
But I was already moving in on him.
The lighting was bad, but adequate. I put all my attention on Royce Muldan,
catching him with my gaze before he had a chance to draw his gun. A few seconds
later he was standing very still, hands relaxed at his sides, eyes shut fast.
What a fate for Mrs. Fleming's youngestЧbecoming part-time mob muscle. If she
ever found out, she'd thump my head with her big mixing spoon, and if she still
used the one I remembered, which was made of wood, it would cause me damage.
"Sure a good thing to be able to do stuff like that," said Gordy as he peered at
the quiescent and now quite oblivious Muldan. There was a note in his normally
deadpan tone that was very close to admiration.
"Yeah. What's the beef with this one?"
"Son of a New York big shot. Thinks he's immune to trouble. Seeing the wrong
girl. Thing is, Muldan's right about her. If her pop left her alone, she'd grow
out of it, but he don't look at it that way. He's ready to take his shotgun to
this chump, which would mean he'd get himself killed, too. This town don't need
another war."
"Huh."
"So I told the pop I'd talk to Muldan. It wasn't going so good until you showed
up. This bird don't intimidate easy."
Considering the sinister surroundings, that said a lot for Muldan's courageЧor
stupidity. Hell, I wasn't the one brought down here to be talked to, and I still
had to fight off getting the creeps. "What do you want to do with him?"
"Tell him he's changed his mind about the girl. He don't want to see her again,
and that he should tell her so."
"How about he says he's not good enough for her, and she can do better?"
"You'd be doing them both a favor."
So I got Muldan in the right frame of mind to listen, planted the suggestions,
and told him to go. He went, followed at a distance by a few of the bruisers
who'd hung around by the stairs. They'd make sure he'd leave all the way. He'd
wake out of his trance sometime during the cab ride to his hotel. He wouldn't
remember me at all.
Gordy stood, his looming shadow blotting out a large hunk of the basement. "I
owe you again, Fleming."
"No problem; I prefer reason over gunplay."
"You should get into the business, you'd make a fortune."
"I got enough of one to suit me for now."
"If you're ever short, then you come hit the tables here. Anytime." The odds
favored the house at the casino games here, but for a select few, the house
could be made to lose on demand. I had an edge or two of my own as well, when I
was in the mood for it.
"Thanks."
" 'Course, if you put some tables in at your place, you'd be set for life."
"And have to pay for it."
"It don't have to be roulette or the slots. A fancy joint like what you want
could get by fine taking a percentage from high-stakes poker."
There was an interesting thought. But I shook my head. "I'd still have to split
too much of the profits with certain kinds of cops to keep them off my backЧand
it would give them something to hold over me."