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would take us down faster than the Titanic, moron!’ Alfredo argued, “We don’t have any great pull with the cops these days, most of our buy–ins have sold out. Don’t you know that killing a cop is like asking for a bullet through your brain.”
    “Why don’t we gun down the heads of Moe, Harry and Smithers - and also the guys who left us to join them,” a voice pitched in. The energy in the room reached a crescendo, every one incensed and upset, screaming for blood.
    “Shut the fuck up,” Woody roared. “I always suspected your brains were up your asses and now you’re proving it. Obviously, there isn’t anyone in this room who’s got a fucking clue about how bad our situation is and what we should do. I give you a day more to think about this. When we meet again tomorrow, you’d better have some ideas that won’t make me blow your brains out.”
    Subdued, the men made themselves scarce. Woody alone in the Dungeon, poured himself a large peg from the decanter and offered himself to the oblivion of the hard alcoholic beverage.
    * * *
     
    Woody , for a large, violent man, was physically gentle with his wife. It went against his nature to physically hurt a woman especially one as lovely as Angie.
    Given the morning’s tiff, Angie had dressed to kill, hoping Woody would give in to the temptation. From the raw animal, Woody transformed into a blue-eyed boy eager to please. Whether it was Angie’s smooth skin or the smooth single malt, it had the desired effect.
    Lying in bed after making love, Woody was sated but was still anxious about his businesses’ predicament. He clipped a cigar, lit it and inhaled deeply.
    Angie pulled the blanket over her nakedness, feeling suddenly lonely.
    Today was a rare night, when she had Woody for herself. With her hubby finding solace outside more often than at home these days, she was often left unsatisfied. The fact that Woody was a tiger in bed, made the desire more acute. Angie would often swallow her disappointment, her insides trembling with the need for fulfillment.
    Today, her expectations were different . Angie knew something was gnawing at Woody from within. But she also knew he wasn’t ever going to get her views or her help. She had tried on several occasions to offer her support, but Woody had, politely at first and more firmly in the past few days, asked her to mind her own business and not his. But Angie was made of firmer material and after tonight’s performance, decided to push her luck one more time.
    Eyes unusually bright, Angie twisted towards her husband asking,
    “You wanna talk about it?”
    Woody usually never discussed business with her. But these were not usual times. With huge discomfort, he cursorily explained the Dungeon’s proceedings. Laying bare his business problems was tough on his ego.
    Angie thought for a minute while her husband puffed at the cigar.
    “What do you do when you have toothache?” she queried.
    “What?” Angie’s question seemed totally disconnected from the serious topic that they had initiated. Her query made no sense. Was Angie displaying early signs of short-term memory loss?
    “You playin’ with me?” Woody asked.
    “Humor me, Woody.”
    “Well, I go to a dentist.”
    “And what do you do when one of your key men get held up in jail?”
    “I get my lawyer to bail him out,” Woody shrugged.
    “And when you want to know what you can do with the shitloads of money that your men used to get you in the good old days?”
    “My banker handles it. You know all this Angie, what are you trying to tell me?”
    “All I’m saying is, when you have a problem that you don’t fully understand, you approach an expert for help, don’t you?”
    “Yes, I do. So?”
    Angie did not respond and allowed Woody to think for a while.
    The extrapolation seemed easy, but it took him a while. “So if I’m facing problems in my business now, do you mean to say there are, er, business doctors who can help?”
    “Yes, there