Chapter Three Club Security

"A crisis is not the end," she said. "It is a discount." Ethan had grown ten thousand dollars into one hundred thousand, but he felt no joy. To Carlo that was only enough money to buy a funeral. A funeral came. Moretti soldiers shot Miguel's younger brother on a corner. The bullet tore through the boy while he carried bread home to his mother. Miguel knelt in the blood, ready to rip the street apart. Ethan stood behind him and did not ask for forgiveness. "Not tonight," he said. "Tonight we keep account. Tomorrow we leave them nowhere to cry."