The next few days were busy, but everything Cold had promised was delivered. He’d done it. The city was theirs, and the spoils of their victory were rich.
Mickey got a new condo with its own private garage to park the Nova, and he was finally able to lay his grandfather to rest. The funeral service was small, only the Gentlemen in attendance, but Roger stayed with him until the last speck of dirt covered the grave.




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