Chapter 13: Tony G

Twenty year ago.

Falcone slides another envelope on top of a book across the table to Meeks.

“Dark night of the soul?” Meeks says.

“You got it. I need you to pay someone a visit.”

Meeks cocks his head.

“Tony G's got two guys now. Ugly fuckers. They shook Danny down last week. This guy, he ain't a good guy. He's the one that shot his own brother for fuckin' up that one deal in Brooklyn. He cut up that one girl, too. Like I said, he ain't a good guy. Somebody oughta teach him a lesson, right?”

Meeks nods.

“Tell you what? I want his fuckin’ thumbs.”

“No problem.”

And for Meeks it really isn’t any kind of a problem anymore.

Back at his apartment he checks the ammo on several guns and stuffs them into a backpack. Linda paces the room, frantic. She's pregnant and she’s getting pretty big.

“Don't do this one,” she says.

“I have to.”

“No you don't!”

“Yes, I do. Come on, it's no big deal.”