For most of the ride back to the hotel the occupants of the car were silence.  When they arrived, Marie got out and angrily slammed the car door closed.  She did not bother waiting for anyone else until they reach the elevator.  Her eyes more than anything made clear she was not in the mood for conversation.  When the elevator opened she strolled determinedly to their room.  Rand saw her coming and quickly opened the door to their room.  She walked in and went straight to telephone.  Calling the front desk she asks for a Western Union operator to be send up to her room.  She hung up the phone and continued to cuss in Italian as she pulled out a change of clothing from her luggage.  

Lucky walks into the room and takes his jacket off before pulling his gun and reloading it and setting on the table. He poured himself and Marie a drink and walked up and handed it to her as she was still going off in Italian cussing her father out. He couldn't help but smirk a little, he found her so cute when she was mad and especially so when she started going off in Italian. 

Lucky turned and sat down in a chair and lit a cigarette and took a drink from his glass. He sat there and tried to imagine what her father could have been thinking. There was no way that her father could have thought killing this guy would go over well with Marie. 

Marie plopped down into a chair and took a drink.  She managed to lower her voice a bit and switched back over to English for Lucky's sake.  "Why in the hell did he do that to me?!?  Did he not think I could take care of things myself?  Is he so afraid I will embarrass the family name that he thought it more preferable to cut my legs out from under me before I could even rise to claim godfathership over Chicago?"  She sank back into her chair defeatedly.

Lucky sits and takes a couple drags off his smoke while he lets Marie calm down. 

"I think he was trying to do you a favor," Lucky says before finishing his drink

"Maybe thought it was a gift... I don't know I wish I could have killed him," he says pouring another drink. 

Lucky gets up and takes Marie's hand before heading over to the couch so they could sit together. Both of them were upset at this but he knew she felt betrayed and wanted to be there for her. 

Marie cuddled with Lucky and laid her head against him. "I was crazy to think that after all this time, there would be any chance of mending things with him.  This just proves it.  He doesn't care about having a relationship with me.  He is the exact same man I left behind all those years ago."  She took his empty hand and interlaced their fingers together.

As Tulip stepped off the curb to cross the street to the bowling alley she heard a car door slam. She narrowed her eyes, peering to see what all the fuss was about. Was that....was that Mob boss Marie_Lucania. Tulip couldn't make it out for sure from this far away. Tulip hoped everything was okay. She continued her way towards the entrance of Pins and Gutter and entered the establishment. 

There was something delicious about the sound of heavy bowling balls taking out a triangle of pins. Maybe it reminded Tulip of her childhood, but as she thought about it, she couldn't recall ever bowling as a kid. Tulip twirled the cocktail stick around in her almost full glass. The Manhattan warmed her stomach. She looked at her wrist watch to check the time. Tulip had gotten to the lanes a little earlier than the agreed upon window, but she had assumed a FBN Agent would have been on time. Just as the thought played itself through her head a man took a seat next to her.

"Tulip, you got to stop calling me like this. It doesn't look good for me being seen out and about with a criminal such as yourself."

Tulip turned in the stool she sat upon and it swiveled to the man, making eye contact.

Me? A criminal? Says who? She gave the man a playful wink. We are just old friends, meeting for drinks.

Tulip batted her dark lashes as she looked him up and down.

It's nice to see you too, Georgie. Her lips curled up into a smile. You look good.

Tulip noticed Georgie relax a bit and he ordered a drink.

"So do you, Tulip. Just as beautiful as the first day I laid eyes on you."

Tulip lowered her eyes, blushing.

Oh Georgie, that was so long ago.

"You'll always be that girl to me. My Tulip, my high school sweetheart." Georgie cleared his throat. "But business, I'm sure this is a business call and not reminiscing about the past."

Tulip smiled and let Georgie continue.

"As far as I know, the contacts I gave you are all still alive. Are they not providing you with the drug tips you desire?"

Oh, yes, they are. Tulip said, swiping her hand casually through the air. That's not it at all. Your contacts always give me the information I request. I hope you are paying them well.

"As long as you keep paying me, I'll keep paying them."

Georgie winked and Tulip took a sip from her drink. She then reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope.

I figured that since we were both in town I'd pay you in person.

Tulip smiled and pushed the envelope his way.

"Well thank you very much." Georgie tucked the envelope into the inside of his jacket.  "Was that all?"

Tulip noticed that he had held his last word out a bit longer, hinting at something.

Of course it is, I'm a business lady. Plus, don't you have a wife at home?

Georgie nodded, but Tulip saw the disappointment in his eyes. Tulip removed herself from the stool. Leaving a half empty Manhattan on the bar. 

Until next time, Mr. Mitchell.

Georgie tipped his hat towards her.

"Have a good day Miss Dubois."