The four hoodlums were busy at the tunnel, smoking cigar and marijuana bickering over Brian’s inability to pay up the twenty thousand dollars, and Tony being on their necks for letting it linger for so long a time and Brian still breathing upon the surfaces of Miami.

“What do we now, niggers?” one of them asked, affixing a cigar to his black thick lips, “Because we can’t wait any more. It has lingered.”

“Yes it has lingered and Brian has to hear from us. From all I ...