Jamaica, Queens
I ride around Queens collecting from the corners when my phone rings. Who's this, I look at the number. I pull into the parking lot behind the bar," hello." " Kyrie," I instantly knew from the Italian accent. " Mr. Rizzo, how did you get my number?" He chuckles over the line," money and fear will get you anything but that's not what I called you for." " What would that be," I look around the parking lot feeling paranoid. " I need you to help my granddaughter with a problem." " What would that be?" " Let's not have this conversation over the phone. How about you come over to my home tomorrow and we'll talk about this?" " Sure I'll be over tomorrow," I lick my lips. " Good, I'll have dinner prepared for you. Have a night, Kyrie."
" You too, Mr. Rizzo," I hang up. I get ou
