Michael Malone - Weebly

voice. "I don't know who 'they' are supposed to be, or
what you mean by 'stuff.' Now Luke, don't get involved
in things that don't concern you and in business matters
that you couldn't possibly be expected to appreciate."
"But that roll of film was my private property!"
The banker's smile twitched, but stayed in place.
He reached into his back pocket for his wallet. "Yes,
I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do about it. Now, if
you'll excuse me, I'm in sort of a hurry.
Here. This should replace the cost of the film." He
handed Luke a $5 bill.
The boy followed him into the lobby, but Ransom
disappeared by a door to the locker room marked
MEMBERS ONLY.
In the empty club bar, Luke found his father, the
bartender, by the color television switching channels
from a motorcycle race to a baseball game to a karate
match. "What are you doing here?
Something the matter, Luke?" Jerry Packer turned
off the set and returned behind the bar, where he began
polishing glasses. Luke was embarrassed for his father,
for the not unusual mix of shame and pride that made