“Yes, Mr. Calabrese.” Callan wonders if this is when they kiss his ring. “One last thing,” Calabrese says. “Attend to your business. Make money. Prosper. Do what you need to do, except—no drugs. This was the rule that Carlo handed down, and it is still the rule now. It’s too dangerous. I do not intend to spend my old age in prison, so the rule is absolute: You deal, you die.”
