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Mountebank
Tony couldn’t believe he was watching this. Senior was up on stage peddling pure water and making it sound like it was ambrosia. He took being a mountebank to completely new levels.
Apparently, disowning Tony hadn’t been good enough for Senior. Now, he was horning in on his job and trying to prove he could be just as good of a federal agent as his son. Tony could only shake his head at what was happening.
Somehow, the FBI had decided to test out Senior’s undercover skill with this charlatan act. Tony took comfort in the fact that if the FBI was actually considering hiring Senior they were clearly more desperate than he’d thought.
