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cash."
    "Where do you put the tip?"
    "Under the thong strap."
    "Men." Rebecca shook her head. "So
predictable when it comes to sex."
    "True."
    "Grabbing a hamburger with you kind of
reminds me of when we used to go to Jackie's after home games."
    "Except Jackie was wearing clothes."
    Rebecca winced. "Oh, great. I'll never get
that image out of mind."
    "What image?" Gabby grinned.
    "Of Jackie walking up to our table in a
thong. How old was she? Ninety?"
    "At least."
    Rebecca grimaced.
    "You just pictured the boobs, didn't
you?"
    "I'm changing the subject now."
    "Okay."
    "This is kinda fun, Gabby. But what can we
hope to accomplish here? Our waitress is not going to tell us
anything."
    "A guy named Joey Ketrousie runs the place
for Big Bill. I hear he's from New York City. Maybe he's
Mafia."
    "Oh, great."
    "Anyway, we'll find out if he knows what
happened to Big Bill tonight. He wouldn't know yet, unless..."
    "Unless he had something to do with it."
    "Right."
    Cotton Candy delivered their food and
drinks.
    "Wow, that was fast," said Rebecca.
    "Thank you, Ma'am," said Cotton Candy.
    Rebecca didn't appreciate
being called Ma'am by the perky young thing.
    After the waitress walked away, Rebecca
leaned in. "How are we going to talk to Joey? I mean, where is he?
And even if you find him, how are we going to ask him about Big
Bill without getting ourselves killed?"
    "You mean capped , right? I love
that cool gangster talk."
    "You won't love it so much
when you're dead ."
    "Gabby grabbed his burger with both hands,
took a big bite, and began to chew. He stopped and contorted his
face.
    "What?"
    He jumped up from the table and yelled,
"What the hell kind of crap is this?" He threw the burger on the
floor.
    "Oh, God." Rebecca slumped down.
    Cotton Candy ran over to Gabby, followed by
two other waitresses. "What's wrong, Sir?"
    "How much was this so-called steak burger?
Twenty bucks?"
    "Yes, Sir."
    Gabby's face turned red with
rage. "Well the damn thing's not worth fifty cents. Hell, it's not
worth one cent."
    Cotton Candy said, "I'm so sorry, Sir.
Please let me get you another one that's cooked to your liking. Now
if you'll have a seat—"
    "—no. Hell, no. I want to speak to the owner
of this joint. Right now."
    Throughout the room, half-chewed bites and
half-spoken words awaited the resolution of the spectacle Gabby had
created.
    "Yes, Sir. Sure. Come with me."
    Gabby motioned for Rebecca to come too.
    They followed Cotton Candy down several
hallways to an empty office in the back.
    "Please have a seat. Someone will be with
you in a moment."
    "The owner," Gabby insisted.
    But Cotton Candy had already closed the
door.
    Rebecca glared at him. "You're crazy. Just
plain crazy."
    Gabby held a finger up to his lips,
indicating that they should not be talking.
    Rebecca looked around for cameras, but
didn't see any.
    The room became dead silent. They stared at
each other, not knowing what to expect.
    The door flung open and two large men strode
in.
    "I'm Joey Ketrousie." The accent was
obvious. New Jersey. "What's the problem here?"
    Gabby said, "Are you the owner?"
    "That's right. And I understand you had a
complaint about the food."
    "The hamburger tasted like leather."
    "Didn't my waitress offer to get you another
one?"
    "Yes. But I've lost my appetite."
    "I see. Well, look, here's what I can do for
you. The meal's on me, okay and—"
    "—what meal? I couldn't eat it."
    Joey's face turned red with anger, and
Rebecca thought he might rip Gabby's head off with his large,
paw-like hands. But he quickly regained control. "Whatever. My
associate here, Mr. Ballentini, is going to give you a nice, clean,
crisp one-hundred dollar bill. Would that make you happy, Sir?"
    "Sure, I guess."
    "Good." He motioned for Bobby to give Gabby
the money.
    "Now," said Joey, "you
will never ever come back here again. Do we understand each other?"
    "Yes, Sir. No problem," said Gabby.
    "Good," said Joey.
    "You did say you were the owner?" said
Gabby.
    "That's