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hillbilly.ā€ I was startinā€™ to get a little hope just talkinā€™ to him. FOCUS knows a lot of people and Bish knows even more. ā€œThis has to do with Gingersnap . . . my olā€™ lady . . . sheā€™s lookinā€™ for an auction or somethinā€™. Lots of rich motherfuckers. Capiche?

It was quiet on the other end and then he answered flatlyā€”it sounded like heā€™d been punched in the gut, mixed with surprise.

ā€œOh.ā€

ā€œYeah . . . oh. Ya got any other letters for me there, Wordsworth?ā€ I refilled what Iā€™d already drank of the JD and took a drag on the smoke. ā€œCan you talk to your guy and see if he can get his ear to the ground or what? Heā€™d know about fancy shit like that, right?ā€

FOCUS started tappinā€™ on the phone or somethinā€™ He musta been thinkinā€™ and I shot back to him. ā€œYo, fuckface. Donā€™t gimme Morse code. Can you have Bish get in touch with me or not? Sheā€™s really into this auction thing and itā€™s freakinā€™ me out. If ya got anything other than caveman to add to the conversation, lemme have it.ā€

Somethinā€™ musta bit him in the ass because he woke the fuck up fast.

ā€œListen, ya dumb yank, Iā€™m tryinā€™ to decipher this pile of shit youā€™re dumpinā€™ in my ear in the middle of the night. Youā€™ve been gone one day and youā€™re already makinā€™ me wish you hadnā€™t left. At least when you were here, you had slits to occupy your time.ā€

I couldnā€™t believe itā€™d only been a day since I was buried in a piece of California pornstar ass. I didnā€™t even get to punish Candyā€™s and hell was already breakinā€™ loose. God help me get through this.

ā€œYa know . . . I was thinkinā€™ and I mightā€™ve heard somethinā€™ . . . I can call out to Bish tomorrow and see whatā€™s up. Heā€™ll call ya. I can guarantee ya that.ā€ I heard the sound of the cigar lighter hissinā€™ in the background and then he got serious. ā€œTell me . . . is this somethinā€™ about the untouched collection?ā€

How the fuck does he know?

ā€œYeah.ā€ I swallowed hard on my drink. ā€œWhat do ya know about it?ā€

My hands were runninā€™ through my hair and I hung my head down to the desk. If FOCUS knew, it was because of The Bishop. If they knewā€”it was real. It was big.

ā€œJust sit tight, brother . . . I know itā€™s easier said than done, but Bish has an in. He can help yā€™all with that issue. Youā€™ll either see his face or Iā€™ll call ya to help yā€™all figure out the where and when.ā€

Sit tight. No shit itā€™s easier said than done.

ā€œWhat do you mean an in?ā€ I knew we had to be careful, but I was already countinā€™ down the hours until The Bishop would call. ā€œLike heā€™s got tickets or somethinā€™?ā€

He started laughinā€™ on the other end, which seemed like a good sign so I chuckled a little.

ā€œYeah . . . you could say that. Iā€™ll send him a text to call ya. Heā€™s usually up with the roosters. . . son of a bitch is still on USMC time. Might have to meet up with him though, on account of this beinā€™ a fancy, private affair.ā€

ā€œWell, we donā€™t got no roosters in the City, but all he has to do is tell me when and where and Iā€™ll be there with bells on.ā€ For Fi, I woulda walked through broken glass to get to that motherfucker. If FOCUS wasnā€™t sayinā€™ he had to call him 911, it was a sign that whatever was goinā€™ on wasnā€™t gonna happen in the next twenty-four hours. It didnā€™t make me feel any better overall, but in the short run, I could at least take a breathā€”laced with Jack and smokes.

ā€œOn to a completely different topic of conversation, ya know, ā€˜cause there ainā€™t nothinā€™ can be done about the rest until he calls . . . and, by the way, I texted him already . . . but did ya meet with Redhook today?ā€

It seemed like a monthā€™s worth of bullshit had been rolled up into one twenty-four hour chunk of what the actual fuck? At least the shit with Redhook had some silver linings on its wheels.

ā€œYeah . . . we went to Brooklyn to talk to him. Good stuff. How much do you already know, ya big hillbilly prick?ā€ FOCUSā€™ brain was like a bear trap and when shit went in, it didnā€™t come out until it was supposed to. Heā€™s as true as a brother can get and I was still tryinā€™ to get a handle on him leavinā€™ us. ā€œDonā€™t play dumb fuck with me either.ā€

ā€œI know.ā€ He paused and I heard him draw on his cigar. Then he started laughinā€™. ā€œI know my pretty face is part of the deal for Brooklyn . . . dang, I feel so cheap beinā€™ used for my good looks like this. I kinda like it.ā€

His country-fried personality made me calm down a couple notches. As mean as he can be, heā€™s a funny bastard.

ā€œOkay, so ya knew. I can sorta forgive ya for keepinā€™ that shit from me when I was right in front of your face every day, but thatā€™s just ā€˜cause youā€™re such a sexy beast.ā€ He had me laughinā€™ and I took a big swallow of my whiskey and kept goinā€™. ā€œA headā€™s up woulda been nice, though . . . even a hint. It came right the fuck outta left field when the old man dropped the bomb.ā€

I was so wrapped up, fucked up, by Fiona that it hadnā€™t hit me as hard as it was right at that moment. FOCUS might have to leave us.

ā€œYou know dang well that I woulda told ya if I could. Iā€™m lucky they even

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