Cold Service [antikvár]

IT STARTED without me. "Bookie named Luther Gillespie hired me," Hawk said. "Ukrainian mob was trying to take over his book." "Ukrainian mob?" I said. "Things tough in the old country," Hawk said. "They come here yearning to breathe free." "Luther declined?" "He did. They gave him twenty-four hours to reconsider. So he hired me to keep him alive."