As the bitterly cold wind blew snow in his face, Amato had to squint just to find the door of the VFW. With a gloved hand he knocked, and within a few seconds a large man answered, looking Amato up and down, not impressed, he began to close the door in Amato’s face. Flashing his new badge, the bouncer jerked the door right back open. And without a word, the man nods his head for Amato to follow which he does. In silence they navigate the dimly lit, poorly decorated building, past the billiard room, and into the bar, the bouncer leads him to table in a private area. Again without saying a word, the bouncer holds his finger up as though telling him to wait. Obeying, Amato stands next to this table until the man disappears down a hall, leaving him alone.
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