could.
âYou gonna be district leader, kid?â
âIâm running John Kullers.â
âHeâs all right, but heâs yours.â
âOurs, Paolo. John and I will take care of everything for you.â
âThatâs good.â
âYouâll tell the Leader itâs all straightened out?â
âIâll tell him today.â They shook hands and Eddie went downtown.
The biggest men in the city were in the Franklin Street saloon, retasting the vigor of Paddyâs funeral. Some, who had five days of alcohol in their systems, were misty-eyed or openly weeping. One leading actor was asking all who would listen if they had caught him when the news of Paddyâs death had come to him. Eddie shook a lot of hands and accepted a lot of commiseration with his long face and his cold eyes and his blatted Gelbart Academy accent. When he found the chance he told the head bartender to send Willie Tobin upstairs as soon as he could be found. Willie was Jiggs Tobinâs son, a bail bondsman Paddy had used as a runner to the judges, the police and the prosecutors across the street. Paddy had made Willie take the bar examinations three times until he had passed. He was two years older than Eddie, a born lobbygow and second gravedigger.
Willie came into the shabby office cautiously, as he did everything else, closing the door behind him. He was a small-boned, dapper man with a vaguely epicene air. Eddie didnât tell him to sit down so he didnât. âHow long were you with Paddy, Willie?â Eddie asked.
âSince Iâm thirteen. Half my life almost. God rest his soul.â
âThis was Paddyâs office, but this afternoon your name goes up on that door.â The offer seemed to make Willie nervous. ââWilliam Tobin, Attorney-at-Law,â itâll say. Itâs your office now.â
âWhy is that, Eddie?â Willieâs teeth were working on his lower lip.
âNew brooms sweep efficiently, and Iâm the sweeper here, Willie. John Kullers is the new leader. John will run the district and all the saloons. Rhonda will handle the cathouses and Iâll make an arrangement for the gambling rooms. But youâll run all the contracts. No more than that. Itâs work you know well. I wouldnât ask for the impossible.â
âBut howâll I know which contracts to take? Paddy always decided that.â
âYouâll know because Iâll tell you. Thereâs the phone. And youâll always know where I am. And Iâm bumping you to thirty a week.â Eddie got up and put on his hat. He looked slowly around the shabby office. âIâll never be back here,â he said and started out. Willie called him.
âI think it oughta be fifty, Eddie.â
âThirty. When I see how you settle in Iâll put you on a percentage basis and youâll make some real money.â He left, closing the door loudly. The telephone rang. Willie picked it up.
âHello?â
âWhoâs this?â
âBill Tobin. Did you expect Paddy?â
âLemme talk to Eddie.â
âNo.â
âNo? You know who this is?â
âTell me what you want and Iâll get back to you.â There was an uncertain pause at the other end. âOr hang up,â Tobin said.
âYou donât wanna know who this is?â
âSo far what for?â
âThis is Mike Segal.â
âHello, Mike.â
âHello, Willie.â
âThereâs been a change, Mike.â
âWhat?â
âEverybody calls me Bill.â
âWhy not?â
âWhat can we do for you, Mike?â
âI got a contract. Benny needs a gun permit. Unlimited.â
âIâll get back to you tomorrow.â
âJesus, its got to be late this afternoon.â
âI need Eddieâs okay and Eddieâs on a horsecar somewhere. Iâll get back to you by five