Frank Ache sat alone, he'd recently been released from prison, helped by his new, uh, friend Win Lockwood, the man he was now waiting for. Frank Ache was no fool, he didn't expect Win to hold his side of the bargain and show up, now why would he? They had never truly been friends, on multiple occasions the men had tried to kill each other - on several both had nearly succeeded. Franks heart jumped as Win walked through the door and took a seat in front of the old man - now bordering seventy. 'My God, I never expected you to show.'
'I never expected to show up.'
'True.' Frank looked at him expectantly. Win paused and then sighed and nodded.
'Yes, about Myron.'
'Yes'
'He got his business back, damn I don't know how.'
'He did what?'
'Yup, and all his clientel.'
'Sometimes Win, you're better off just shutting your mouth'
'Hey hey, you asked!'
'Shut up'
Win put his hands up, admitting defeat. FJ entered the room glaring at Win, frank explained the situation as Win offered a darling smile. 'Fine, but come near me I kill you.'
'Sure.' Win said, his voice full of sarcasm.
'Don't tempt-'
'Frank, shut your brat up.'
Frank just nodded at FJ who quickly got to the point, Win listened with intrigue and curiosity. It wasn't long before Frank told him so politely to leave. He did, calling Ezparenza and reporting all he'd heard as he did, following that was an invitation to dinner, and welcome to stay at mine invite, both of which she accepted.
Myron met Ezparenza as requested the next morning, in Central Park, they walked, talked and drank coffee. Win came into the conversation a couple of time when they talked about what he'd said, and the insanity of it. Then she mentioned something he hadn't expected, at all. "Win bought back your business."
"MB reps?"
"Yup."
"How?"
"A couple of million, a couple of promises, you have your clients back. He's told you not to fuck it up, this might be last favour your get from him."
"But how can he be-"
"Dont worry, I helped. He sent me to do the negotiations."
Myron asked no more questions, he simply walked with Ezparenza back to the building he knew so well. Lock-Horne securities, well the building in which the company was located, was an impressive and tall Manhattan sky scraper. Myron entered now, travelled to the twelfth floor and looked around at the floor he used to know all so well, little had changed yet it all seemed... Foreign