Michael saw Sollozzo and the police captain in the back seat.
Michael got in the car. The captain smiled at him. "Michael, does your jaw still hurt?"
"The doctor said my jaw is broken and will take three to four months to heal," Michael replied.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't mean to hit you so hard, it might have been a bit of bad luck," the captain said, his tone insincere and gloating.
They drove around New York for a while before stopping at an unremarkable restaurant.
The three walked in. Michael noticed two tables of customers who looked at them as they entered, their waists bulging with hidden guns.
Michael knew these were Sollozzo's men.
When their food arrived, Michael had no appetite, but Sollozzo ate happily, chewing on his steak while talking. "Michael, do you realize what a huge market this is? In New York alone, it could reach millions a year, and nationwide, it's in the billions."
