He told them, “Theo wasn’t feeling overly sociable tonight; he tried to use this on me.” Snowman motioned for him to keep it. Snowman was waiting in the living room; he had three small two-way radios in his hands. Buckshot was waiting in the shadows out in front of Larry’s house. I heard he’s trying to raise enough dough to get out of town, so I was watching Jazz’s place. The guy we’re looking for is twenty-five years old, he’s six foot two, one eighty, he’s black and he walks with a limp. Hospital a few months back. They found Willy at a church run rescue mission on the north side of town they’d known that he frequented. “Hello.” Rick grumbled into the phone. He planted two more jackhammer blows to Leon’s smashed face before the big man’s knees received the command from his brain to fold!
