Ex-soldier Birmingham-gangster bets his life on luck and illegalities, adroit wit and burning passion streaking his blood-stained fingertips as a dire quarrel commence between himself and the disturbed Dane who purloined his lover.
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INES KNEW IT WAS a long shot, but she had to at least get the feeling she was trying to do something. That way, when everything turned against her and God forbid the Shelbys, she could not repent herself at this moment for not shooting her shot.
In the cab, she was piecing together a plan for when she left Arthur, the only idea was that perhaps Frank Nitto could be of use. Of course, she could not merely show up, pique Al Capone's interest with her moderate knowledge of his likes and dislikes and beg Nitto to save her. She would have to state her case and even then, it would not make her any less at risk.
Still, for all this to work, it meant Frank Nitto had to be at the golf club and that alone was a big if. Frankly, Ines had no clue whether Frank was still in business with Al Capone or even alive for that matter. She recalled how he had told her while sharing drinks and laughs at the Ritz that he was Capone's bodyguard and first cousin. He had seemingly tried to woo her with his thrilling yet dangerous gangster lifestyle and told her the ins and outs of his affiliation with gangs around the US and Italy. It was then Ines learned that he was the one in charge of money flow in the operation.
Over at the Robin Hood Golf Club, Thomas was seated in the lounge awaiting his colleagues and it was then he realized what an impatient man he had become. Not long ago he could distract himself with other business, for he always had more business than with what he dealt, however recent events had him constantly looking over his shoulder, the need to continually be on the move and particularly wary eyes. His mouth was dry, too, although that he could treat with brandy, so he took another sip for one less problem. Such a divergent thinker.
Thomas being on guard made him aware of Ines' entering the lounge. His eyebrows narrowed and he stood up, tucking his fidgeting hands into his pockets. He let her approach him, but was quick to ask: "What are you doing here?"
Ines looked around, nervously clutching her purse. "Did I miss them?"
"Who?" It did not occur to Tom that Ines would know his gangster friends.
"The--the Outfit. Arthur said that's whom you were meeting. Did I miss them?"
Tom stood muddled for a second. Ines was wrapped up in this too. Something he learned quite early on, was that where there were done illicit transactions, there would have to be a scapegoat and although he himself had been hurt before, he could not see Ines deliberately harming another person. "They uh... No, they haven't arrived."
"Oh, goodie... Are you aware if Frank Nitto will be here as well? He is Al Capone's accountant, I believe. I met him awhile back and I was hoping he could be of some help in this whole Nik-dilemma," said Ines and allowed herself to get comfortable while Thomas had not yet offered her to sit.
She knew she had no reason to meddle in his affairs, so she assured him that she would merely sit and wait, regardless of how long into the evening the negotiations would stretch. After all, she had her own dealings that needed tending – what to do about that darned Hive Merger for instance; she would need to cut all ties to Nik's businesses, legal and illegal, lest the repercussions of Nik's exposure would come around to haunt her. It might in fact prove beneficial to bury her head in business for a little while.
