“I trust that this whole thing stays between us?” He gave him a look like ‘You better say yes.’
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” The junkie closed his eyes and tilted his head back, blowing out a cloud of smoke. He wasn't trying to do much more talking. All that lip service was starting to bring his high down.
“My man, you have a good one.” The mysterious man patted him on the shoulder as he passed him.
Sssssssss!
The rocks sizzled as they were cooked at the end of the stem. Tyrone was holding the flame of his lighter to the glass and sucking on the opposite end of it.
Choot!
The top of Tyrone’s head splattered, and he hit the ground hard. Thud! The man extended his gloved hand down at the twitching fiend and exercised his trigger finger.
Choot! Choot! Choot! Choot!
He lowered his weapon to his
