Ginger was his good-luck girl. She accompanied Big Nose Nelligan whenever he played poker in the smoke-filled room behind the butcher shop. Tonight she wore her red sequin dress, faux fur stole, and the zircon ring Big Nose had given her after his last big win. It glistened like a diamond under the bare light bulb dangling from the ceiling.
“Gimme a kiss,” Big Nose said. He puckered up.
Suddenly the sirens sounded. Cursing, Big Nose jumped up, knocking over his chair.
Ginger hung on to his arm. “If you leave now, you lose everything.”
“Nah. I’ve got you, babe.”
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