"Lung cancer. Hope you're not a smoker." There was a wry twist to her smile, and she crossed her arms again. "This isn't just the mob. This is the damn city." Shrugging again, Renee tilted her head to the side, eying the coin for a moment.

"Maybe. People never really leave t his town, it seems." They just kept coming back, like a birthright they never really wanted.