The referee counted. One. Two. Three. Jack Kowalski lay on the canvas of the Chicago underground boxing ring, the neon light bleeding through the sweat in his eyes, and heard two voices arguing above him.
"Let him lose. He needs to lose." "No, let him win. His father already works for us." Jack opened his eyes. The ceiling was a water-stained concrete slab painted black. The voices were gone. The opponent's fist was coming. --- Frank Kowalski had been a boxer once. In 1935, he had defeated Tony "The Anvil" Morelli in the eighth round of a bout that was supposed to be the launching pad for a...
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