32.
Rocky cranked shots of express-o. Pissed off the wise guys beat him to the Marzano brothers. Extra cash burning from the hocked lap top. The big guy zoomed another shot. Ready to drain another, wondering when the hell this business would break for him. Really open things up.
"Hey buddy, lookin‘ for a job?" Bones called out. Rocky turned. Bones, "They told me I could find you here. How's it goin'?"
"Not as good as you."
"What have you been up to?"
"Same shit, Bones. I'm makin' ends meet, but I ain't gettin'
ahead." Bones shifted gears. "You remember Whitey and Shorty?"
"Of course." Whitey and Shorty sat in.
"We got this thing we're workin' on."
"No shit?"
"Rock, it's huge." Bones brewed it. Cash cow. Tony Scram’s shaking us loose.