4
“Before we go on,” I say, “is it possible for me to grab a cup
of coffee? Shaken, not stirred?”
Millen nods emphatically.
“My apologies again,” he says. “Of
course, you can have some coffee. I’ll have my men gather coffee all around and
something to eat with it.”
He turns, issues the orders to the
Poseidon Brothers. Both of them don’t look too happy about being gophers.
Especially on my behalf. Hope they don’t spit in my Maxwell House.
“Oh, fellas,” I say, as Poseidon
Jackie places his meaty hand on the door opener. “I’ll take a chocolate frosted
and a plain cruller … chop chop.”
Poseidon Jackie slips his hand off
the handle, raises his middle finger high, flips me off. The finger is about
the size of my forearm. He then storms out along with his big twin brother.
“You
