“Aaand one gram of iocane-cocaine brings your total to zero dollars and zero cents. Anything else I can get for you?”
Cristy smiled. “That should be all. Thank you.”
“No Miss, thank you. Duke Cane is a crook. Good riddance to the scum.”
Michael and Christy left the dealer’s townhouse, and headed for The Den.
“You’re unbeatable Cristy,” Michael reassured her. “You’ll knock Duke Cane dead.”
© Ray Underscore Thompson, November 2015