it?”
“Mr. Genoard’s relations wouldn’t let it be made public. They said it would bring shame on their entire family.”
What a selfish lot. Criminals threw their weight around in the world because people like those existed. Edward very nearly fumed, but, considering that keeping the papers silent hadn’t really changed anything, he suppressed it.
“Still, weren’t any of the previous heists in the news? Granted, what they stole was… But even so.”
“Yeah, ‘Scarface’ and Luciano are all everyone’s been talking about lately.”
Scarface. Alphonse Capone’s famous nickname.
“Ah… Scarface, hmm…? When he moved to Chicago, and everyone thought he’d risen to the top… He wasn’t even thirty yet, you know. He’s only about thirty-one now. A kid from Brooklyn becoming this big boss, Public Enemy Number One, before you know it… I tell you, American history doesn’t have many legends like the one he’s built.”
“Let’s not talk about that lowlife.”
It was true that Capone had raced up through the ranks of the underworld at a young age. In that sense, he’d had innate talent, and he may also have been a hard worker. However, Edward refused to acknowledge either talent or effort in criminals.
“Mm… In any case, it seems as though the preferred stance of both our muckety-mucks and the ones in government is that ‘the Mafia doesn’t exist,’ you know… They say even Capone is ‘just a thug’… It’s always us little guys that get stuck with the real trouble. Ah… What a hassle.”
As his partner criticized the higher-ups with a wry smile, Donald mildly admonished him. “Bill… Watch what you say. If those ‘muckety-mucks’ decide they don’t like you, they’ll ruin your life just like that.”
“Ooh… Scary, scary. I’m not sure it’s a good thing to have bosses that are scarier than Capone…”
Donald laughed, just a little. Then he sobered up again and spoke to Edward.
“Well, we’re not Capone’s only enemies. I doubt the New York Mafia thinks very kindly of him… He’s done too much killing.”
That was a fact. The several huge Mafia syndicates that controlled New York weren’t pleased with Capone’s heavy-handed methods. They’d even begun to talk about having the moderate Johnny Torrio control the underworld. Capone had begun a war against both the daylight and shadow faces of America at the same time.
Abruptly, Firo’s face appeared in Edward’s mind. That guy was about to become an executive at a young age, too. Was he a similarcase? Was he the type who’d be able to force his way up through underworld society, like Capone?
No, I won’t let him do that. I’ll dump him in jail before that happens; count on it. I’ll wipe out the Martillo Family, too. Sure, he’s young, and that’s a fact… For that very reason, if we act now, we might still be able to straighten him out.
When that time comes, I intend to give my full cooperation.
“—Uh… By the way, getting back to the robbers…”
He was pulled back to reality. His current opponent wasn’t a big boss like Capone, or a little syndicate like the Martillos. It was a weird, well-bandaged couple.
Edward sighed. His mood was on a downhill slide.
“Whew. The pain’s finally subsided.”
As he rubbed his bruised arm, Isaac gave a sigh of relief.
“It has, hasn’t it.”
It wasn’t as if she was actually feeling Isaac’s pain, but Miria agreed with him.
The thieving duo, who’d been hit by a car, were walking along Broadway carrying their helmet and mask, which had been miraculously unharmed. Even when they noticed the pair, the passersby only thought they must be involved with a musical, and so didn’t pay them much attention.
“Still, the lousy tin can that pulled that hit-and-run—Next time I see it, things are going to get ugly!”
“Ugly!”
“I’ll hit it!”
“You’ll break your hand.”
Miria occasionally contributed a good comeback. However, Isaac
“Mr. Genoard’s relations wouldn’t let it be made public. They said it would bring shame on their entire family.”
What a selfish lot. Criminals threw their weight around in the world because people like those existed. Edward very nearly fumed, but, considering that keeping the papers silent hadn’t really changed anything, he suppressed it.
“Still, weren’t any of the previous heists in the news? Granted, what they stole was… But even so.”
“Yeah, ‘Scarface’ and Luciano are all everyone’s been talking about lately.”
Scarface. Alphonse Capone’s famous nickname.
“Ah… Scarface, hmm…? When he moved to Chicago, and everyone thought he’d risen to the top… He wasn’t even thirty yet, you know. He’s only about thirty-one now. A kid from Brooklyn becoming this big boss, Public Enemy Number One, before you know it… I tell you, American history doesn’t have many legends like the one he’s built.”
“Let’s not talk about that lowlife.”
It was true that Capone had raced up through the ranks of the underworld at a young age. In that sense, he’d had innate talent, and he may also have been a hard worker. However, Edward refused to acknowledge either talent or effort in criminals.
“Mm… In any case, it seems as though the preferred stance of both our muckety-mucks and the ones in government is that ‘the Mafia doesn’t exist,’ you know… They say even Capone is ‘just a thug’… It’s always us little guys that get stuck with the real trouble. Ah… What a hassle.”
As his partner criticized the higher-ups with a wry smile, Donald mildly admonished him. “Bill… Watch what you say. If those ‘muckety-mucks’ decide they don’t like you, they’ll ruin your life just like that.”
“Ooh… Scary, scary. I’m not sure it’s a good thing to have bosses that are scarier than Capone…”
Donald laughed, just a little. Then he sobered up again and spoke to Edward.
“Well, we’re not Capone’s only enemies. I doubt the New York Mafia thinks very kindly of him… He’s done too much killing.”
That was a fact. The several huge Mafia syndicates that controlled New York weren’t pleased with Capone’s heavy-handed methods. They’d even begun to talk about having the moderate Johnny Torrio control the underworld. Capone had begun a war against both the daylight and shadow faces of America at the same time.
Abruptly, Firo’s face appeared in Edward’s mind. That guy was about to become an executive at a young age, too. Was he a similarcase? Was he the type who’d be able to force his way up through underworld society, like Capone?
No, I won’t let him do that. I’ll dump him in jail before that happens; count on it. I’ll wipe out the Martillo Family, too. Sure, he’s young, and that’s a fact… For that very reason, if we act now, we might still be able to straighten him out.
When that time comes, I intend to give my full cooperation.
“—Uh… By the way, getting back to the robbers…”
He was pulled back to reality. His current opponent wasn’t a big boss like Capone, or a little syndicate like the Martillos. It was a weird, well-bandaged couple.
Edward sighed. His mood was on a downhill slide.
“Whew. The pain’s finally subsided.”
As he rubbed his bruised arm, Isaac gave a sigh of relief.
“It has, hasn’t it.”
It wasn’t as if she was actually feeling Isaac’s pain, but Miria agreed with him.
The thieving duo, who’d been hit by a car, were walking along Broadway carrying their helmet and mask, which had been miraculously unharmed. Even when they noticed the pair, the passersby only thought they must be involved with a musical, and so didn’t pay them much attention.
“Still, the lousy tin can that pulled that hit-and-run—Next time I see it, things are going to get ugly!”
“Ugly!”
“I’ll hit it!”
“You’ll break your hand.”
Miria occasionally contributed a good comeback. However, Isaac
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