Bob addressed a now clean-shaven, trimmed-hair, Chuck in his brand-new Kmart brown business suit. “That’s it. Every gold bar you, I, or Jimmy owns.”
Bob frowned. Jimmy had been far too easy to convince to loan him his gold. Then he got back to the subject. “Go ahead and start putting your plans in action. But be on hand to receive more gold later today. Please set things up so Jackal doesn’t run up so much debt next time.”
“You know,” Chuck began in a slow, calming voice, “most of that is because you needed things done fast and had no clear idea of what. He’ll do much better next time, with or without me getting things set for him. But I’ll set things up because I am better at it.”
“I am still tempted to keep you here helping for twelve more hours.”
“That would make getting set up for Monday’s stock market opening impossible.” Chuck paused, and held up the folder. “I wonder how long these stock tables are going to be accurate.”
“Don’t know. But I am guessing days, but it is possible you are going to cause change that makes parts of them inaccurate within hours, the moment you use them.”
“Then I need to make those first hours count.”
Chuck sat down on the cases of gold, to all appearances, totally relaxed.