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“Mitch, man, I was willing to cut you some slack because we’ve collaborated before, and you’ve always been solid, but I don’t know what the f**k is going on here,” Rashid said. “And I damn well know Victor doesn’t, either.”
Danny heard something in the man’s words that raised his hackles. “You mean, he won’t know unless you tell him. You asking for more money?”
Sitting across from him at Teddy’s kitchen table, Rashid grew so still it was spooky. “I’m asking for more f*****g sanity. This is not the way to run a business.”
His eyes were flat, almost as flat as his tone. Danny and Rashid had worked together enough for Danny to know that meant Rashid was close to losing control. Well, not losing control—he didn’t do that. Close to committing to action. Usually violent action.
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