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told me to call him tomorrow, said maybe he’d know something.
    I threw a twenty, a ten, and a wad of one-dollar bills on the table and headed for the door. Big Tony yelled something at me but I couldn’t hear anything but the bullshit rap music that was thundering from the overhead speakers.
    I passed Flames as I shouldered my way through the crowd and he gave me a casual nod.
    Then I bounced into some asshole who wasn’t looking where he was going either. I hurried out the door. Neither one of us said sorry.
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    Winter ice was coming and the air was dry and thin. Leaves no longer fell and the ones that lined the street were brown and dead. Parked by a dry cleaners, Sid Godwin watched the traffic and scanned mobile porn on his iPhone. He knew the boys weren’t coming. Bruiser was dead, but what about Telly? He was two hours late. Telly might be on the run or he might be dead too.
    Sid scrolled through the menu of options on a site that offered everything from straight sex to midgets jacking off donkeys, which was pretty much the last thing he ever wanted to see. Still, maybe it was worth looking into.
    Just as the page opened, the words No Nuts is calling flashed across the screen and broke the connection. Sid answered “Goddammit, Johnny,” in his thick accent.
    Johnny No Nuts asked what he did wrong this time.
    “Nothin’.” Sid said. He asked him if he heard any news.
    Johnny said he hadn’t. He was hungry, said he was going for some food.
    Sid sat up in his seat. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
    “Now listen here mate, you’re doing no such fucking thing. You’re gonna sit there and wait like a good lad. Keep your eyes open. Watch for Telly in the Buick.”
    No Nuts said he would, then hung up.
    Johnny No Nuts was useless as tits on a fish. But Mr. Parker loved him, even tagged him with his nickname in the first place.
    Johnny No Nuts was a gutless turd, but at the end of the day he was funny. Damn funny. And that reason alone kept him alive this long. He was a comedian.
    Sid got tired of sitting in the lot too but they couldn’t leave until they got the word from Mr. Parker. He called the shots. There was a lot riding on this deal and Sid wasn’t going to be the one to fuck it up.
    Sid’s phone rang again. It was Telly.
    “Yeah?” Sid answered.
    Telly was all worked up and out of breath. “Sid? Hey man, where you at?” He was talking fast, rambling. “Everything got all fucked up, Sid. Bruiser got wasted, he’s dead.” Then he told Sid he didn’t have the money.
    Sid squeezed his phone almost hard enough to break it. He knew Telly was lying. They never should’ve used a tweaker.
    “What do you mean you haven’t got the money, Telly?”
    Telly paused. “I mean I ain’t got it, Sid. I never had it! Bruiser barely made it to the car. He’s layin’ back there in the street, man.”
    “Car? You used a bloody bread truck you stupid bastard. It’s all over the news.”
    “Car, bread truck, what-the-fuck ever , man.”
    Sid was quiet. Said, “Lemme think.”
    Telly went on. “Bruiser’s dead man, I gotta get the fuck outta here. I’m hot, Sid. I gotta get outta the city, man.”
    Sid told him no. “You’re not goin’ anywhere till we talk to Mr. Parker. He ain’t gonna like this.”
    “Fuck him!” Telly said. “I’m scared, Sid. I just saw Bruiser get smoked. I still got his blood all over me.”
    “Hey, not over the phone!” Sid ordered. “Meet me at Montgomery’s in an hour.”
    Sid hung up and put in a call to Mr. Parker. Then he called Johnny No Nuts and told him to get the church ready.
    “Grab a few bags of ice and a couple of buckets. Grab somethin’ from the Burger House too, if you want. We’re gonna be busy for a while.” Sid left the dry cleaners and drove to Montgomery’s.
    •••••
     
    Telly was walking into Cowboy Roy’s Fantasyland as he hung up the phone with Sid. As he walked through the door, he bounced off some asshole