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Jim Stallings 5 “Fuck no. I’m a mess. This shit’s eating me alive. Like a green grasshopper with a red asshole.” “Maybe a walk in the rain would do you good.” “Listen, screw that…I gotta a tip for you. I hear there’s reward money.” “Go on,” Jelly said, lapping the courthouse square to get lined up for the road southwest to the Sunnyside subsidized housing projects. Now there was a nest of petty criminals feeding off each other. “These landscapers hauling in semis filled with pine straw…sometimes they’re packing in drugs down the center aisle.” “Nothing new there, Snake. Tilt. Try again.” “Okay, Sherlock, think I know who’s been stealing meat from Kramer’s Market.” “Oh yeah, somebody hungry I hope.” “Don’t make no matter does it? Still a damned crime, ain’t it?” “By the book, yep, for sure.” “You going soft, boy?” “Snake, do I look like Robin Hood?” “No, not with that badge and that thirty-eight on your hip.” “So let’s do the right thing.” “Handel brothers. Wise ass niggers. Been selling steaks off their truck on the highway near the Farmer’s Market.” “Terry and Matt’s boiled peanut stand?” “Honest to God, you got that right. They keep the meat iced down in a Styrofoam cooler in the cab of the truck.” “You see that with your own eyes?” “Well, my old lady did. She come a runnin’ to tell me.” “Maybe she deserves the reward.” “Oh, she’ll get her fair share. You can count on that.” “She still cooking up that bathtub meth?” Snake shook involuntarily and pointed at Jelly. “You’re the wise guy, eh? You know I fucked off that shit. It’ll eat your goddamned brains up. I can’t afford to lose more gray matter, Jelly. You know that.” “There’s word out there’s a shortage of quality crystal meth in the county since we last did a sweep.” “I ain’t fuckin’ with those assholes. They’re crazy motherfuckers.” Jelly let the car glide through the light gray rain and pulled to the entrance to Sunnyside Housing. “You probably don’t want to be seen with me, Snake.” |
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