I've planned to meet with Eric, my associate from days and days back. Eric and I went to grades together, were practical brothers and learned the tricks of the trade side by side. Eric's one of those kids who fought and fought against the system. He runs it all now. Even though he has his rep to keep up, he's agreed to meet with me. It's been along time since the brother not brothers have sat together. Probably has something to do with his last girlfriend, hell, his last few girlfriends meeting me. The grapevines tell me there's a new one around. I don't think he'll introduce us.
This is what I'm thinking about while I'm grabbing my gun and cash and praying the fire escape will hold my weight. I'd take the front, but hotel management seems to be having difficulty settling their deal with the Wops. My head must be pretty expensive.
Eric, Eric is waiting.
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