So when Lance proposed a more stable, secure, and low-attrition money laundering method, Mr. Pasiletto was somewhat tempted.
But it wasn't to the point of necessity yet, for every year there would always be people with sweet talk trying to get something from him or others.
"You know best."
The convoy returned to the new house, where they packed the submachine guns and pistols into gunny sacks and hid them in a basement that Lance had dug himself.
Despite the high probability that the police wouldn't cause him major trouble, it was still important to be vigilant; just because they weren't bothering you today didn't mean they wouldn't in the future.
He slept soundly until dawn, having never had such a comfortable sleep, but at a little after seven in the morning, he was awakened by Alberto's voice.
Alberto came over to retrieve the guns, which was one thing, but also to reconfirm the journey to Yalan with Lance and to meet his "new brother."