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Waxey still doesn't like the sound of Rankin's bullshit, but he takes the edge off his voice, shakes his head. "We'd all be better off if A.R. hadn't gone and got himself shot."

There was a man who'd known how to run a business. A.R. had possessed a combination of vision, ruthlessness, and an honest-to-God class that Waxey's not seen since, and had used his talents to open new avenues for organized crime. It was working with A.R. that'd connected Waxey to Philly in the first place, and the man had rarely interfered with Waxey's business. Sure, he'd gotten dicey toward the end - too wrapped up in gambling or who the fuck could say what - but for years, Arnold Rothstein had been the model to shoot for.

Maranzano was another story. There'd been too many dramatics with that asshole, too much bullshit Italians-only pride. (Masseria'd been the same way, but at least he'd been willing to overlook ethnicity in the name of profit.) If it wasn't for his enmity toward the fucking children who'd taken over after Maranzano, Waxey might've applauded the man's assassination. As it is, he can only feel that one pain in the ass'd been replaced by another.

And that's the thing: compared with Maranzano, compared with Lansky and Luciano, Warden's almost an agreeable man. He's fucking strange and he ain't worth trusting, but at least he isn't out to take over Philly. At least he's usually willing to cooperate. There aren't too many bosses left who are.

"It ain't a matter of what you sounded like. What I'm talking about is good business practice. And whether this sort of delayed communication's going to become a habit with you.

"This case, it don't matter so much. But you thought it might, and you kept your mouth shut. That's what concerns me." He watches Warden for a moment, then relaxes back into his seat. "All I'm asking is you try a little harder next time."