“Shit. All right,” Ronnie said reluctantly. “Here. Thanks.”
“I was only kiddin’ y’all, but thanks,” Jackie said and continued laughing.
The $37,500 that they had each earned that day was about average for the jobs they did. In that time, Travis had built himself a nice house in Connecticut, bought a timeshare in Freeport and had $75,000 in an account in the Cayman Islands. That’s not enough to retire on. A half million or so is what I need to have before I even consider retiring. Just a few more jobs with no mistakes, and I’ll be set. But maybe it’s time to quit.
“Where to now, Travis?”
“To Cuisine. I might as well give Freeze his taste now and get it over with.”
Chapter Four
With Mike Black out of the business and Bobby Ray being semi-retired, Freeze now had complete control of the New York operation. Black put Freeze in charge of Cuisine, a small supper club that offered fine dining, an intimate atmosphere, and a small dance floor. It featured Que, a jazz combo with a female vocalist. Until Freeze took over, that is. With Freeze running the supper club, what was an intimate atmosphere had begun to change when Freeze began conducting business there. More and more of Freeze’s “business associates” began to frequent the establishment to pay Freeze. They would hang out, have some drinks maybe, but not much else.
Travis entered Cuisine along with Jackie and Ronnie. Usually he went there alone, since he knew that Freeze didn’t like the way Ronnie carried it, and was frustrated by Jackie, who didn’t have any interest in giving him any pussy. This time, however, he wanted to get it over with. Besides, Freeze needed to be made aware of the issues they had encountered just in case it became a problem.
“Can I help you?” the hostess asked.
“I’m here to see Freeze,” Travis said and smiled at her. She picked up three menus and they followed her.