New York. In Virginia, that same pack costs about five bucks, and itâs because sin taxes on cigarettes in Massachusetts and New York are the highest in the nation. So you go down to Virginia, buy a truckload of cigarettes for five bucks a pack, and sell them here for seven bucks, which the smokers like, and you make a profit of two dollars on every pack. The cigarettes get sold under the table in all the bars and mom-and-pop stores, who know theyâre buying cigarettes without the state tax stamp, but they figure, hey, itâs not like theyâre selling heroin.
âAnyway, if Providence needs a couple guys to make a run to Richmond and bring back a truckload of cigarettes, then distribute the cigarettes all over Boston, they might call the McNultys. The chief in Revere figures they probably made the Providence connection the last time they were in prison.â
âSo why havenât they been arrested?â
âBecause theyâre the fleas on the dog, and the FBI and the organized crime guys in Providence are after the dog, not the fleas. They know the McNultys are there on the fringes but theyâre not worth the energy for surveillances and warrants and wiretaps and all that rigmarole. And like I said, weâre talking cigarettes.â
âWhat about their connection to Sean Callahan?â
OâRourke shook his head. âNow thatâs weird. Callahan went to school with those mutts and as near as I can tell, theyâre still friends. But Callahan appears to be a standup citizen. Heâs big into charities and heâs on Bostonâs A-list, but for whatever reason, he gives the ÂMcNultys work. Heâll hire them for construction or demolition work but more often as haulers. Or, like heâs doing now, as his so-called building superintendents in the building where Dobbs lives.
âSo I donât know what else to tell you, DeMarco, except for this. Be careful with the McNultys. Theyâre dangerous. Theyâre the kind of guys who act first and think later. What Iâm saying is, you make them mad, theyâre liable to pick up a two-by-four and beat you to death because it wonât occur to them until later that killing you could land them in prison for life.â
DeMarco wasnât exactly sure what to do next, but thought he should go see a lawyer who specialized in property law. Although DeMarco may have been a lawyer, what he knew about property law could fit into a thimble. Or maybe half a thimble.
The lawyer he had in mind was a guy named Dooley who heâd gone to law school with, and who now lived in Boston. DeMarco occasionally had a beer with Dooley when he visited the city on Mahoneyâs behalf because he enjoyed Dooleyâs company and liked his wife. He pulled out his phone to call Dooley, but before he could punch in the number, his phone rang. It was Elinore.
âThe McNultys are here,â Elinore said, sounding out of breath.
âAre they bothering you?â
âNo, theyâre just walking around the building. When I asked them what they were doing, they said they were doing their job, making sure everythingâs working okay.â
âSo is everything okay?â
âYeah, for now. The powerâs on and the waterâs hot. The air-Âconditioningâs still broke and when I asked about that, they said they had a guy coming out to look at the system, but I could tell they were lying.â
âHuh,â DeMarco said. âBut they havenât threatened you or anything?â
âNo, but theyâre up to something. I called because I thought you might want to have a word with them.â
âI do,â DeMarco said. âIâll be right over.â
âGood,â Elinore said.
DeMarco again had to park a couple blocks from Elinoreâs building because of all the construction work in the area. When he got to her place, he called her and asked if she knew where the McNultys
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