Mikey D and the LIC
Erin Nickels
The gate retracted, hesitating as if the outside world would be compromised if it continued. Mikey D left the premises, strutting like he had nowhere to go and nobody waiting for him.
That wasn’t the case.
Passing the guards of The Riverhead Correctional Facility he walked around the black Cadillac Escalade, eased into the passenger’s seat, and concealed himself behind high-grade tint.
“Thanks for the bail, bro. You know I got you once I get s**t straight.”
“Yeah, boss. No problem,” Big Al replied in a booming voice, motionless and staunch in black Ray-Bans.
“Any word from Augie?”
“Not yet.”
“We have to get to Charlie Boy before the FBI places him. I expect everyone to move with the quickness.”
“I got you bro.”
“You better. I’m not rottin’ away b
