At Gems and Stones Appraisal, the building was dark, but voices echoed throughout the back-empty room.
"About time, you got here, Scruff. Where's Ralph? You both were supposed to meet with me here." The old man asked the guy standing in the doorway wearing a red and black jacket.
"I know, Mr. Soloman, but I got tired of Ralph showing off and running his mouth all the time. I'm not going back to the pen, so I had to take care of him. I pushed him off a cliff. I know he couldn't have survived," Scruff answered as he shuffled from one foot to the other.
"Oh, for god's sake. Can't you do anything right? Getting rid of Ralph wasn't in the plan. You're supposed to get rid of the son, Elliott, on the Bouchard property. What happened to my plan?" Mr. Soloman pushed back on his high back leather
