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Beauty and the Beast, LA Greyhound Bus Station Café—We hustled down the terminal hall and into the café, spotting Little Zo as he was just standing up, getting ready to leave. I pulled out my Beretta 9mm, pointed it right between his eyes, and said, “Just slow-ly hand over that bag, and then ease your sorry ass back down on the edge of that table.”
“That ain’t too fast,” he said, pushing the bag toward me.
I took it and handed it back to Etta.
Then I jammed the Beretta into his crotch, watching fear widen his eyes. “Now, Poncho, we’re going to turn you over to the cops in a few minutes. You’re going down again, but doing a long stretch this time, period. No question about that. Here is the key question: You have exactly five seconds to decide if you are going to sing soprano in the
