The brothers were still dealing the drugs out of their decrepit apartment in the third floor of the old red brick building. It was just safer that way in comparison to standing at the corner where one could not only put himself in the danger of getting mugged, but there was also the threat of running into law enforcement.
At the time, seated opposite them was the skinny curly-haired Caucasian, Clayton ‘Tony Rocker’ Ray. They had been dealing with Clayton for quite some time but they didn’t know his actual name. To them, he was simply known as Tony Rocker.
As usual, Tony had his black guitar case beside him. He opened the case and showed the two colored gentlemen a thousand dollars’ worth of singles placed in four different stacks and held together by rubber bands. With a smile he shut th
