The bar scene

in this town is lacking that certain sparkle it had when I was a kid. I'm meeting Eric on his turf. I haven't been safe here in years. Even with your best boy leading the gang there's only so much he can do to hold back the rabid pack of those who'd like to cash in on my bounty. There's no way to get around it, I'm not welcome in my hometown. Can't say I blame them.

Eric's already waiting when I trip into the bar. He's eying me over his glass of dark while his soldiers pat me down. They take Clarice. I'm not happy.

Eric, how's it been, brutha?
Not bad. Brother.
Fill me in then. What's the news on me?
Why should I know?
You know everything Eric.
You flattering dog. You haven't changed. How's Angel?
Who's Angel?
My ex. Your girl. Angel.
Oh. Right, right. I don't know. Haven't seen her around in, hell, months.
You bastard.
Yeah.

It's at this point I realize Eric's not in an informative mood. I'm wondering why he agreed to meet me if it's not to help me. I think I know.

Eric, are you gonna kill me now?
Kill you? No, brother, I'm not gonna kill you.
Who is?
That is yet to be decided.