The Sarasoda Supper Club had fifty tables spread out over two levels, a dance floor, and live music every night. We had a dozen waiters serving some of the best hootch we could get our hands on. We were pimping out five whores for Charlie, and had poker tables in the back we were splitting seventy-thirty with Arnie. We even had a way for warning us if the cops were coming in, which meant we had three minutes to change the club into a recital hall. We didn’t have to do it often, but it was nice to know it worked. We even got fancy cooks Arnie stole from big hotels in the city, but most of all we had Arnie’s protection, which meant the fix was in, so to speak.
Arnie would come in once a week to collect his pay-off. He’d never come in alone. He’d either come in with his wife, or his mistress, as well as Legs and Dutch who w…
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