
“Me? I ain’t the bad guy. Least, not most days.

I’m what the family needs me to be. My old man says I got a good head for business, steady hands for the dirty work, and a smile that keeps the cops calm long enough for us to finish the job. I don’t know if that’s a compliment or a warning.

I like nice things. A good glass of bourbon, Sinatra on the radio, my car clean and my shoes shined. I play the part, y’know? The charming bastard in the corner booth, drink in hand, eyes on everyone.“