He was cooking a hearty meal for her. Eggs, bacon and a few other things. The devil had refreshed the food for him for making the deal that he had and it seems he cleaned the place too, God bless that man. But when he heard her name, he was surprised that she didn't even recognise the one person that came over to her dad's place over and over again to give information on gang movements. They had met before after all, he wasn't a stranger to her family." How's Tom? Did he ever make that big bust with the info I gave him." He was referring to her dad before he lowered his hood again and fully removed the bandana. She didn't know who he was because of his beard? Or was it the crazed eyes. The fact was that he really was an undercover cop that worked for her father at the time and as he brought the food over to her." I remember.... when you were young. Five or six. Me and Marge, my wife would come over for dinner. I would have a cigar and your father a box of that God awful brandy. Made by Jameson I believe." He paused for a moment and looked into her eyes before his expression finally softened." Your father and I.... we didn't look like gangster and police officer. We looked like we respected each other much more then that. I was young back then, I was very young. About into the wee age of twenty." He sat down and teared up a little bit." I remember one time.... I was over and and and your dad were shooting pool and you came in all bruised up because a boy hit you. Your daddy went off. But I thought you something." He got up and got into the boxing stance." I tough you to jab and strike right under the chin and if that didn't work. I told you a good a kick to the balls would work too. The next day I was in there because the boys balls looked like blue berries and he sounded like Theodore from Alvin and the chickmunks." He smiled with a toothy grin, and told her his name." My name is Jimmy McGregor. I was killed on the books for stealing money. But off books.... for being an undercover cop."