Bumpy laughed. “Or else what? You gonna send me to jail? I got the mayor in my pocket. You gonna kill me? Three of your button men tried last month. They swimming in the East River.”
A boy, no older than twelve, tugged his sleeve. “Mr. Bumpy, they say you a ghost. But ghosts ain’t real. You real?” El padrino de Harlem Temporada 1 -2019- 1-10.pa...
The boy ran.
Bumpy ruffled his hair. “See? You just saved a life. That’s more real than any ghost.” He handed the boy a five-dollar bill. “Tomorrow, you watch the door of the Palm Cafe. Who comes, who goes. You tell me. You do that, you become a ghost too—the invisible kind that sees everything.” Bumpy laughed
The boy returned, out of breath. “Mrs. Chen’s okay. Her grandson had a flat tire.” I got the mayor in my pocket