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To, I want a drink”
Bell nodded The Van Dorns produced an array of hip flasks To pulls from a couple and wiped hiseyes, what’s Brian O’Shay like? He’s like he alas A guy who can see around a corner”
“Would you call him a natural leader?”
“A what?”
“A leader Like you You run your own gang Is he that kind of a man?”
“All I know is he’s thinking all the time Always ahead of you Eyes could see inside of people”
“If you’re telling us the truth, Tommy, that O’Shay is not dead, where is he?”
The gang leader swore he did not know
“What nao by?”
“He didn’t say”
“What does he look like?”
“He looks like anybody Clerk in a store, guy owns a bank, bartender I hardly recognized him Duded up like a Fifth Avenue swell”
“Big man?”
“No A little guy”
“Couys are little How tall is he?”