Let’s Buy Some Drugs
Wilmington, Delaware
I called Jimmy Borelli on my way to work and left him a message, marking it urgent. “Call me, Jimmy. We need to talk.”
Somewhere around three or four, Borelli called and we made plans to meet after work at Mrs. Robino’s. I thought it odd that he didn’t press for what I wanted, but he’d find out soon enough. The rest of the day went by fast and before I knew it I was turning on Union Street and parking the car. I was early, so I grabbed a quick water ice and nursed it while I waited for Jimmy. As I thought about how to play this, I decided I’d take it slow, see where it led.
Jimmy pulled up a few minutes later, got out of his car and tossed a smoke to the street. “What’s so important?”
I tossed what was left of my drink into a trash can and wal
