Chapter 91

"Hey there, Timmy," Richie said into his phone after giving the signal for his men to plant a substantial amount of coke in Benson's car. "Is it still kicking? That little toy I bought you last summer," he muttered.

Timmy threw his eyes to his trophy sniper rifle sitting on a platter hanging on the wall in his office under the coffee shop. He smiled and said, "she's still kicking as good as she looks."

"What's with you men of this age and naming every new toy a girl?" Richie whined, admiring the rings in his left hand. "Whatever…come over here with your girlfriend. I have a job that has to do with a check for certainty for you both. I'd like some people to stay dead after tonight," he shook his head sideways and pulled the phone from his ear and while looking at it in his hand, said, "Get here as fast as you can and find some high cool place to be at. In sending you pictures now." He sent three pictures to him as handed the phone to the bouncer that stood by the door, saying, "Can yo