some candy bars in here

s to be one of

he goods and move about your

t I am not interested in speaking with him. Charles has always asked me to hand my work ove

going to have to trust me this one time.” He smiles at me, which only gr

sy, I’m sure you can tell him I’m simply dropping off. My feet are killing me, and I am thirs

of hearing yoursel

question. “You know, Charlie boy, I would have to say I do like the sound of

nswer for everyt

sarcasm, when we are both interrupted by Mick’s com

r in, C

or questioningly, but I simply shove him ou

s a great resume header, but he wouldn’t need it. He’s commandin

hough many of us have the old suites, me a

e chair across from him. I freeze when I see he’s wearing a badge, a detective’s badge. He’s on

one of your

e with a hint of warning. I straighten up, readying myself to hide my

iness partners, Mr. Kenneth Alfonso. Mr. A

is being genuine or not, but I won’t disrespect someone Mick has cal

rward my bag and place it down on the small coffee table separating the two men. I empty the co

looks through the mountains of wallets, chains, jewelry, ID’s and

it at first, hated taking what other people saw as their hard-earned items, but when left with nothing but your clothes on your back and a little brother that needed to eat, those morals quickly

aught them my own. We had gotten good over the years but even our luc

h, Mick, but we’v