Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 102

Sal and Rocco directed me to the main office door in the back of the casino. Rocco knocked twice, heard the invitation to come in, and opened the door.

There, in all his glory, sat Vic Stane. He was at a table littered with dishes containing only scattered mementos left on them of the bountiful meal on which he must have just gorged himself. He was leaning back in his chair, a fork shoved in his mouth, using one of the tines to pick some stubborn piece of food out of one of his back teeth. Class and grace personified...