Kilo sped his stolen car into the automotive repair shop parking lot, and pulled it up to the shutter. He blew the horn twice. Shortly thereafter, the shutter rose up and a short fellow with big glasses and a nappy afro waved him in. The short fellow stepped aside to allow the stolen car over the threshold before pressing the button that shut the shutter. As soon as he walked back inside he circled the car, taking a good look at it while gliding his fingertips over its surface. He suddenly stopped and took a couple of steps back, massaging his chin as he thought of the bag he should drop on Kilo.
“What’s yo name, homie?” Tiny, the short fellow, asked and extended his hand.
“Kilo,” Kilo shook his hand.
“I’m Tiny, fam. Look here, I’m willing to give you five racks for this mothafucka.” He
