Friday rolled down Market Street dripping heavy with fog. I was a little reticent about the future after being sucked into the underworld of Two Fingers Kim. I blew on my fingers and raised my collar as I hiked up Market street to meet Ned and Skinny.
I shook Ned’s hand out in front of Tin Man’s Doughnuts at 11:30 AM and it was still bone chilling and damp. When we walked inside out of the cold Skinny was no where to be found, so Ned and I got a cup of coffee and sat at the table near the window where Two Fingers had met with the Vulture. While we killed some time, I decided to fill Ned in on my little foray into detective work.
“The heavyset kid is a runner for Two Fingers.” I said.
“That Korean is bad news,” Ned voiced and took a sip of hot coffee. He shook his head and pursed his lips in disgust.
“I agree,” I said, “he’s seasoned, mean and smarter than I first thought.”
“Smart wasn’t the adjective I had in mind,” Ned answered.
“But he is. He knows what he is doing. He has some business savvy and he’s got it figured out so that others will take the fall when the heat shows up.”
“The fat kid. You have a talk with him?” Ned asked.
“We have an ongoing relationship you might say.”
“What the hell we getting ourselves into Sugar?” Ned asked with true concern.
“Life,” I said, “we’re too darn young to just fold up or walk away.”
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®