#Chapter 65 – A Special Job

“Good,” Andre snaps, sharp, snatching the towel out of my hand even though I just get started. I make a little huff of protest, but he waves me over to the counter at the back of the bar, grabbing a couple of salt and pepper shakers. I frown, a little confused about what’s going on, but I don’t say anything. “Now,” he starts, lifting his eyes to meet mine with a level of gravity that exceeds even his own usual seriousness. “What I’m going to tell you isn’t precisely secret, but it is something that’s not widely discussed. Now. How many mob families are there in this city?” “Five,” I say, instant. Everyone knows that. “Good,” he murmurs, setting out five salt and pepper shakers in front of me. “Five families.” As I watch, he moves the two pepper shakers to one side. “Romano and Abruzzi,” he says quietly, tapping them. And then he moves the salt shakers to the other side. “Bonnetti and Pesci.” He taps on the one pepper shaker still in the middle. “Who is this?” The name is instantly