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better,” Petre said with a grunt. “I will have to have suit cleaned. I smell their stink even now.”
    “God, it was horrible in there. I had to breathe through my mouth, and even then it was bad. Touching that slimy fucker’s hair almost made me puke.”
    “I think you make new friend,” Petre grinned.
    “I’m pretty sure we won’t be exchanging Christmas cards,” Connor said. “Besides, he’s your buddy too. He gave you some hair for a present as well, didn’t he?”
    His partner laughed and made a disgusted face. “And that girl! She has great tits!”
    “Jesus, Petre, don’t you ever think of anything else?”
    “You are mad that she does not like you. She is first girl that does not like you?” Petre laughed at his own joke.
    “She was nasty, and I think she might have stunk worse than Larry,” Connor said.
    “Don’t be jealous. Petre will wash her up and give her a good home.”
    “Be my guest.”
    “Don’t be jealous,” Petre said again, reaching over to punch him in the shoulder.
     

CHAPTER 5
     
    Petre parked the Lincoln in front of Larry’s house. He looked over at Connor, wincing once more at the black eye and the four stitches under it from Connor’s fight the night before against one of the Earthquake goons. Petre checked his pistol one more time.
    “I have shotgun in trunk,” he told Connor.
    “I’m cool,” Connor replied, wanting nothing to do with a firearm.
    “Are you sure? I do not trust this junkie. I do not trust his woman either.”
    “I’m cool,” Connor said again, making a show of his two fists being more than enough weaponry to take care of business. “Besides, you have your gun. I’m pretty sure you actually know how to use it. Larry would probably end up shooting himself in the leg if he was stupid enough to draw down on us.”
    “Mr. Ojacarcu says I cannot kill him,” Petre said with a frown. Connor wasn’t sure if the man was truly unhappy at his orders. “Mr. Ojacarcu says this… dirty man is good money maker.”
    “I’m sure he is,” Connor said, unlatching his seat belt and opening the door.
    It only took three knocks this time before the door swung open. Larry glared at them, but backed away from the door quickly. Petre pushed the door all the way open, poking his head in to have a look before stepping inside.
    “Where is your woman?” Petre asked the junkie.
    “Fucking some guy,” Larry answered. “You want a turn? It’s a hundred bucks this time, asshole.”
    Connor feinted a punch to Larry’s face, getting a squawk from the greasy little man, and a laugh from Petre when Larry tripped over a pile of garbage while trying to back away from them.
    “The money is on the counter, just take it and leave,” Larry told them.
    Connor walked over to the counter to count the pile of bills stacked on it. As he counted, he glanced down the hallway, noticing the destroyed bedroom door had been either repaired, or more likely, leaned up against the frame to make it look like nothing was out of order. Considering that the bedroom was where Larry stashed his money and probably the dope as well, it didn’t seem like much protection from someone who might really want to rob the place.
    Thirteen thousand dollars in hundreds and twenties made its way into Connor’s jacket pocket. He patted the pocket, letting Petre know that it was all there. Petre nodded, but kept staring at Larry.
    “What the fuck do you want, Lurch?” Larry taunted him.
    Larry knew he had some protection from harm as long as he paid the boss and kept moving a couple of pounds of product each week. Connor felt like the man was testing the limits of what would and wouldn’t cause him to piss blood for a few days.
    “I am wondering where your woman is,” Petre said.
    “I fucking told you, she’s screwing some guy.”
    “You let your woman fuck other men?” Petre asked.
    “Oh right, you’re the moral police now? Well fuck you, Lurch. And fuck your buddy as well. I know who