Big Ric cradling a pistol in his hands as though it was a newborn infant was all that Roy needed to witness before he fell quiet, although he’d kept his eyes locked onto the man’s and he’d refrained from letting slip any sense of concede. Smarts’ questioning about whether any harm would befall on the girl had caused Roy to turn his head to the fella, and his eyes to widen with the astonishment of what the man had said. Had it had been anyone other than Joseph who’d spoken such baloney, Pockets would have found cause to ridicule, but it wasn’t difficult to remember that the man wasn’t as well-acquainted with some of the jargon around here, considering he was what many would consider to be a swank, with his expensive suits and manner of speaking that gave the impression of a higher class of education in his youth.
Some of the former arrogance in Pockets had returned and a chuckle had surfaced at the display of naivety, which was somewhat endearing to witness for the man. The smirk on his face had remained as Big Ric had posed the question. Although the tone of voice of the old man suggested he was just daring Roy to challenge him once again, Roy Bachelder found that he was up to the challenge of stating that better idea that Riccardo Moretti had been referring to. Nodding, he began to idly wander to the decanter as he spoke.
“The Buchmans are big cheese,” he began, setting the glass down as he poured the brown, “their daughter’s a deb.” As he turned, with drink in hand, a slight glance at the pistol in Big Ric’s possession and the Bachelder had decided upon cutting straight to the chase as he raised the alcohol to his lips and proceeded to make his way over to the sofa.
“We snatch her, we hold her for ransom, Buchmans get the jeebies, and they pay to get their doll back, safe and sound, no questions asked." Raising the glass to his lips in triumph, he’d paused with the idea that had commenced, "We get our dough, and they have one less scandal on their hands.” From his knowledge, the sole daughter of the Buchmans was a deb and a scandal like this could be detrimental to finding her a suitor. Talk around town seemed to indicate the doll was a wild one, and Roy could place his bets on the fact that the Buchmans were reaching the point of wanting their daughter to marry off sometime in the future. The type of publicity the Buchmans could receive if they went public could very well be detrimental to their daughter’s prospects of finding a suitor, so Roy considered the likelihood of them going to the police was non-existent, particularly given the fact that they would be under the belief that their daughter’s life was on the line if they did so.
Raising his glass, a smirk resurfaced onto his face. The two of them had to knew very well what he was implying, but he decided to state it anyway after he had taken a sip of the drink and sat back, kicking his feet up onto the footstool, “Which makes it easier for us to sweep this under the rug, pay off some highbinders, no questions asked.”