Curt Repasky grabbed the TV remote and muted the sound. He'd heard all the news he needed; Ron was dead.

He threw his half empty can of beer against the wall and watched the yellow liquid run to the floor. He didn't care what the landlord said about getting back the two hundred dollar deposit.

"Me and Ron, we'd been friends for over ten years, made some fast money together." He glanced up at the other man sprawled on the couch, his big belly hanging over his belt, his ...