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Sunday morning. That’s it. He didn’t comment, didn’t get angry, didn’t say anything other than, “show up.” Lucky’s father did as he was instructed. Come Sunday morning, he was up bright and early and at nine am, there was a rap on Doc’s door. Doc opened the door, stepped outside onto the porch, and told Lucky’s dad to get into the car and take a drive with him. And so it was that on a cold Sunday morning that the car eventually stopped, Doc got out of the car and rang the doorbell of the NYC Highway Department Commissioner’s house.
    Commissioner Kennedy himself answered the door. He invited the two men inside and when he did, Doc wasted no time getting down to business. He didn’t mince words, telling the commissioner that his friend had been “improperly terminated” and that it was necessary that he be reinstated, as he “has a large family to support.” The following day, Monday, Lucky’s father was back on the job and from that day forward, there was never a work issue, a complaint, nothing. He stayed in that position until he retired.
    There was yet another time when one of the local boys had been jailed for suspicion of robbery. The boy stated that someone had taken his car from the lot and used it without his knowledge. The kid had a dozen witnesses attesting his innocence, but the police, nevertheless, detained him at a precinct in Flushing. There, using a rubber dildo, the officers tried beating a confession out of him, intermittently stooping to such tactics as calling his mother names. When that didn’t work, he was denied bail. All efforts to get the boy released failed until the boy’s mother made a call to Doc. The boy was released on bail a half hour later.
    Doc was in his sixties. He had thick, white hair. He stood about five feet seven and was a bit portly. Doc was a legacy of sorts, cut from the same mold as his father who had even helped out Big Red, boss of the Yip Carnevale crime family, who owned the Starlight Club. He did him a little favor after James Roman, the movie star kid whose career Red had directed, was killed.
     
    At the safehouse, Jimmy Lamb began to tell his story. He explained to Lucky that one of his neighbors, a Doctor Henry Lindstrom, also known as the “professor,” had a problem. Dr. Lindstrom apparently had an invention that would eliminate the need for oil and gas in any moving vehicle, even cars and planes, but it appeared that his patent application was refused due to national security concerns. Shortly after its rejection, Arab oil men made their way to the doctor offering him one billion dollars to sell them his idea and his patents. But the doctor refused the offer, stating that his invention was to be shared for the good of all people and was not for sale for any limited group of individuals.
    “His refusal,” Jimmy said, “is reminiscent of a man named Stan Meyer, who invented a car that could run on water, and after refusing a billion dollars of Middle Eastern currency, was found murdered.” As Jimmy spoke, Lucky did a quick Google search and found a YouTube video titled, “Stan Meyer 1992 Interview.”
    “After the professor refused the Arab offer,” Jimmy continued, “he began receiving threatening phone calls.”
    Hearing that, Lucky stood up and started toward the door.
    “Let’s not waste any time,” he said. “Let’s go straight over to Doc’s house right now.”
    Doc knew Mickey and Lucky, as they were homegrown boys, but he did not know Sam. When the guys arrived with her, he wasn’t quite sure if he could speak openly until Lucky said, “Doc, she’s from The Company, helped me out when I was sick. She’s no longer with them, just like me. It’s okay.”
    “I don’t know, Lucky,” Doc said. “This time, I can’t seem to help. That’s why I reached out to you. I can’t get physical protection for Dr. Lindstrom.”
    The look on his face was one of disappointment. It was most unusual for Doc to be helpless and this