At the end of August in Atlantic City, the air was clear and refreshing, with the cool sea breeze blowing from the Atlantic into the city.
Because today was the weekend, Atlantic City saw more tourists than on other days.
Visitors from major cities around Atlantic City, including Philadelphia and New York, arrived by train at this time. Here, they would forget their work troubles and fully enjoy fine liquor, beautiful women, and the thrilling heartbeat of gambling—experiencing the swift shift between heaven and hell.
It was already ten in the morning, but Donnie had not woken up. Last night, he, William Mellon, and Nucky had been drinking merrily at Block Tavern until the latter half of the night.
Donnie hadn't woken up, but some people hadn't slept all night.
And that person was Harry Sinclair!
However, at this moment, Harry Sinclair's mood was not very good.
All because Hein Howell had told him two preparations.
