"Great sir. That motor is a beast. Its got more power than a tank. I even brought it up to the site today. That Hennessey turbo kit you had installed ...is awesome. I raced some guy in a Lamborghini the other day and blew its pants off. I can't drive through town without at least a dozen people staring at it. I'm just glad it has dark tinting." Yeah, it's a looker, all part of keeping up an image. I always want you to remember how important that is. The clients respect an image. They pay more if. I got strawberry ice cream, my favorite. "Enjoying it?" Claire asked. "Oh uh yeah, very much, it's really good" I responded. "What's wrong" she asked. "It's nothing, I just thought that I would have to uhh you know, pay for it myself" I said. "OH! HAHA no my dear, I told you sometimes, it's just nice to be normal. I thought you could use that tonight for everything that's been going on. Your new life has been going a mile a minute, so I figured you could use a break for once" she said. I. Calling Shanghai Red’s the most notorious bar on Beacon Street was saying something on a waterfront street swarming with the likes of the Scuttle Butt Inn, Whispering Joe’s Joint, and the Bonanza. These were all classy dumps in a neighborhood of flophouses, bail bond offices, chop suey joints, and pawn shops. Lt. Mathew Gaffey surveyed the dim, smoke-filled bar as he made his way through the crowd of drunken sailors, cannery workers, and fisherman. He also made his way through the heavy smells. She stroked his forehead. “A long time ago I had a boyfriend like you, but then Roxanne’s father came along and because I was young and naïve, he turned my head with money and power, now I’m paying the price. I want my daughter to have the life I always wanted,” she bent down and kissed his forehead.“Now do you understand why I went to such extraordinary lengths just now?”“I didn’t know,” he stared at her, “I always thought I had to be you know, like Myron.”“Myron is a shit,” she frowned, “he.