Disobeying The Rules

Lockheed was the leader of the Jewish gang. No one on the southeast side of the city had the guts to make him wait.

Except for his favorite woman and his children, no one else could do something like this to him.

When Soap heard what he said, he could not help but stand up and apologize. "Sorry, I think something must''ve caused them to be late. Would you like me to have someone look for them?"

"Is there anything else more important than this afternoon's meeting?" the middle-aged Jew snorted unceremoniously. "We've notified them five days in advance! Even if they have business to attend to, they should have gotten them done within that five days."

"About that..." 

Soap did not know how to answer the question. He wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead.