A Short Excerpt
“Nobody needs to get killed anymore. There’s divisions, organizations all over the country, Macpherson, everywhere you want to sell whiskey.”
Magnus already knew about the syndicate. He even knew Lucky Luciano and Meyer Lansky were in Havana that day negotiating with the new regime for gambling rights on the island. It was his business to know such things; he also knew he had to accept the reality and let the syndicate-controlled distributors sell his whiskey.
“I’ll do business with any legal distributor who can deliver my whiskey. But just between us, I don’t like doing business with you.”
Longie Zwillman did not stop smiling. “So don’t like. But I’ll tell ya, everybody in this country is going to be doing business with us, Macpherson. Think of yourself as a pioneer.”