Hannibal stumbled to the front door, glaring at the clock. Somebody had better have a damn good reason for showing up at two o'clock in the morning...
Hannibal glared at Face, duffle over his shoulder.
"Let me guess - a woman."
Face gave him a sickly grin. "Sorta"
"Sorta?"
"More her cousin. Her very big cousin."
Hannibal jerked a thumb toward the couch.
"So what's with the cousin?"
"He thinks Annie and I should get married."
"Married?"
"Well, he's very... protective."
"Protective? She pregnant?"
"No!"
"Well, he can't force you two to get married."
"He works for the local mobster."
Hannibal looked at Face for a long moment. Sighed.
"And he knows where you live."
"Yeah." Face grinned sheepishly.
Shaking his head, Hannibal headed for his bed. Tonight, sleep. Tomorrow, that mobster.
After that... he glanced again at the clock.
After that, he had something special in mind for Face.