The Boss Went Down Last Night.
For twenty years, one man ran everything east of the river. The laundromats, the restaurants, the barbershop where the old men play cards — every till on every corner quietly kicked up to him. Last night the law finally got him, and by sunrise the news was moving through the back rooms faster than it moved through the papers.
“Thirty-eight storefronts with nobody’s name on them. That hasn’t happened in twenty years — and it won’t last the month.”
The four families will carve it up block by block — and they’ll need people on the ground to do it. People with clean faces the police have never photographed. People like you.