What do you guys think? Up for Part 4?!
“How the hell you let some broad steal my money boy, goddamn it!”
The red of the dusk-burned skyline was no match for the shade of crimson spreading across Jimmy Muldoon’s face like wildfire…
Forgetting who I was talking to and a fire of my own igniting… “she drugged me, slipped something into my drink – c’mon Jimmy, don’t you think I’d remember a trip to Atlantic City, hanging out in a suite at the Claridge Hotel and waking up to find a dead man as party favor?! Something else is goin’ on Jimmy, I can feel it in my bones – the dead guy wasn’t shot, he had a damn knife stickin’ out of his chest for god’s sake, I mean, this chick could have shot him, but knife him? She don’t know me from jack, so how’d she know I’d made the Friday night dock run – no, she was nothing more than front end of a set up ‘cuz no way in hell a powerful boss like Sid Solemi is sending his girlfriend to pull a penny ante heist, no way boss, I think this has something to do with you.”
“That’s enough outta you, boy, I’ll find out what Sid’ is up to; in the meantime, keep your eyes peeled for Miss Klepto – you spot her, come tell me pronto and one of the boys’ll fetch her for a talk with your’s truly.”