Wilis was always like that though, a piece of gutter trash that dragged down anyone and everyone around him. He smelled like old leather and his smile was as dangerous as the Joker's. He could convince even the roughest crooks to join up with him even though most of his partners ended up in jail. The man could con his way into even the tightest pockets and have the poorest people pay his debts.

It was his debts that ended up getting my mother kicked out of Fish's club, and she ended up having to sell herself on the streets.