I was sitting outside the Commodore’s mansion, waiting for my brother Charlie to come out with news of the job.
She made no effort to camouflage her dislike of me and I thought it prudent to warn her, ‘My brother is not as patient as I am, ma’am, and he is in poor spirits this morning. He asks for a scorching hot bath and he had better get one. He is not one you will wish to upset, and you can take my word for it.’
Wondering about the brothers? Well, they are killers on hire and you can read all about them in Patrick DeWitt’s The Sisters Brothers.