Prologue 15
"I am throwing it in." The old man
threw away the betting slips. The horses were either drugged or he was having a
bad spell. He turned to walk out, but he was stopped by the boys at the doorway.
"Please come with us, Mr
Granger." The old man had no choice. He left the Digby Shop at the 5th
Street. He was taken to see Paul Miller.
"Mr Granger, you owed Digby
ten grand, and you can't pay." Paul told him. He knew Mr Granger very
well. He was their daughter's admirer and had dated her a few times. She
thought he was a businessman but she never knew the truth. He was told to back
off by the old man when he heard Paul was a mobster.
"So fucked it. I would sell
my shop. And the stupid business." Mr Granger looked at Paul. "I knew
Digby old man, and could stretch the payment terms."
"Not any more. I bought the
tabs." Paul looked at the man. "You owed me now."
It took only half an hour to
convinced Mr Granger of his predicament. He agreed to the new terms. Three
months later, Paul Miller walked down the aisle with Bernice Granger, where the
old man gave her away with a heavy heart.
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