Chapter 41

The Judgment

The four hoodlums were busy at the tunnel, smoking cigars and m******** bickering over Brian’s inability to pay up the twenty thousand dollars, and Tony being on their necks for letting it linger for so long a time and Brian still breathing upon the surfaces of Miami.

“What do we do now?” one of them asked, affixing a cigar to his black thick lips, “Because we can’t wait any more. It has lingered.”

“Yes, it has lingered and Brian has to hear from us. From all I have seen he is giving us the folly ride,” the other said.

“Indeed he is giving us the folly ride,” another said, smoking heavily, “His name is on our bullet.”

“No,” another suggested, “I advise we take his name off our bullets,” he drew from his cigar and blew effortlessly that some let through his nostrils, “This is what we will do, his grandma is ill at the hospital. If we murder her it will get to Brian harder seeing that he loves her so much.”

“Nice idea,” one said, shakin