Chapter 86

“Never mind,” Junior said hastily. “Give us coffee.”

“This ain’t a restaurant, y’know.”

“I’m quite aware of that, my good man.” Julius St. Claire peered down his nose at Joe, an interesting feat, since he was sitting and Joe was standing.

“I’ll have to charge you what I would for whiskey.”

“Fine.”

Joe stared at him for a second, then rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Sam took out the makings and rolled himself a cigarette. By the time he was done, Joe was back with two cups of coffee, which he put on the table with a snap, indicating his resentment. He tossed Sam a box of matches and stomped back behind the bar.

“Thanks.” Sam called after him. He took out a match, struck it on his boot heel, and touched the flame to the tip of his cigarette. He drew in a lungful of smoke and blew out a series of smoke rings. Only then did he ask, “What can I do for you?”

St. Claire senior answered before his son could. “I want my daughter and her children back under my roof.”