"What do you think?" Hardy asked, taking a puff of his cigar.
Bill shrugged, "I don't really care. The slot machine business makes over $2 million a year, and our other businesses are doing well. If the Irish want to sell drugs here, we might make at most $200,000 to $300,000 a year in turf fees. I don't care about that."
Hardy nodded, "Maintaining local order is more important. If order is good, more tourists will come, and more people will visit bars and play our slot machines, making us more money than turf fees."
"What about the Austrian gang?" Hardy asked.
"The Austrian gang's turf is now managed by second in command Alan Payne. I heard he allowed the Irish to sell drugs there," Bill said.
Hardy frowned.
The Austrian and Irish gangs had always been at odds. It was surprising that they were now collaborating.
Was it Sigel's or Fred's order, or did Alan Payne act on his own?
