CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The next night
A white man in an overcoat sat inside of Denny’s with his apple jack and a Grand Slam before him. He was sure the breakfast was lukewarm seeing as how he’d ordered it twenty minutes ago. Although he’d placed the order he didn’t have an appetite. In fact, he’d only gotten the food as to not garner any attention to himself. You see, he was there to meet with someone to make an illegal exchange. A very illegal exchange, if you know what I mean. To be precise, he was there to meet someone that was interested in buying the six bricks of raw cocaine inside of the trunk of his car.
The white man found himself glancing at his watch for the fifteenth time, within that hour, and all it did was make him more anxious than he already was. Figuring that he’d give homeb
