Chapter 6
Malvo parked the car and everyone hopped out. He snatched the duffle bag from out of the trunk and slammed it shut. He, Eureka and Anton made for the mouth of The Jordan Downs Projects. Loitering out front was a couple of young knuckleheads drinking, blowing down L’s and shooting the s**t. Silence fell on their conversation once they saw him approaching. They didn’t like him much, but they parted like the Red Sea and left a clear path to the black iron-gate that led to the tenements. They may have talked s**t about how they would air Malvo out behind his back, but the truth was there was not a soul out of the lot that wanted a problem with him. Everybody and their baby momma knew just how he gave it up. Any funk with him and bullets were going to be exchanged, not words. He didn
