Not for all the money in the world would I have ever gone back to them, but the hunt, the slow and methodical cultivation…now I could understand why some people loved building ships in a bottle.
That was me…I needed that delicate dance between partners, the build-up, the goal…knowing that if I did my job correctly, it would result in the most satisfying of outcomes…a ship in a bottle.
A mobster in prison.
Ships in bottles, mobsters in prison…are they really that different? One good smash and there’s going to be hell to pay, not to mention a big mess.
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