I WAS AT Mama's when a call came in. Julio. I called the old gangster back at the social club he uses for headquarters. His dry snakeskin voice sounded like a cancer ward.
"You did me a service once, I don't forget. So this is a favor, Burke. You stung Rosnak. He went crying to the boys. I squared it, okay? There's no comeback on this one. But give it a rest- stay out of our business."
I let him feel my silence. The phone line hummed.
"You hear what I'm telling you?"
"Sure."
"You found out some things. Okay, a man's entitled to make some money, he finds out some things. You made enough money. Stick to citizens."
I hung up.