Alexander also stood and inclined his head, reaching over to shake the man's hand. "I imagine we'll be in contact again within the next two or three days, Kingston, so I hope you don't have any trips planned? We may have far more serious negotiations to look forward to."
He looked to the doorway, and then glanced back at the younger man, offering a smile. "So, do you think they're playing cards? Or picking fights? Your boys and mine." Your boys? Where on earth had that come from. Not Alexander certainly. That was something his father would have said. Back when he ran the city like a gangster's prohibition playground.