Rumours

"Twenty four thousand, one hundred and seventeen."

"Precisely?"

"Precisely."

Twist led Jimmy out and locked the door.  "I have the only key," he said quietly.  "Not even the old man knows about this.  If you could keep it on the down-low, I'd appreciate it.  I don't want word getting out that one request took down the whole system."

"No, we don't want that," said Jimmy.  They rode back up in silence for a bit before Jimmy turned to Twist.  "You want me to keep this from my father."

"Yes.  If you could."

"Is there anything else I should be hiding from him that you haven't told me?"  

"You mom is living in Brazil.  With a man."

"Okay." 

"With a younger man."

"Anything else?"

"He's a dancer."

"Okay."  Jimmy needed more coffee.  This was that sort of day.  His mother shacked up with a dancer in Brazil.  The business was in danger.

"And about Reggie..."  Jimmy put his hand up.

"Only things I need to hear today, okay?"

"OK.  But I think the crew is out to kill me."

Jimmy stopped thinking and looked at Twist.  The elevator had come to a stop and the doors opened.  Neither man took a step.  The doors closed again.