you're thinking with your thing and not your brain.” He started the car. “They ain't going to let me off so easy. Of course they want the money. I can cover the guys on the counterfeit shit. They’ll be pissed that I took so long, but money makes the boys happy and paying up to them is the right thing to do.”

Tapping his fingers on the dashboard Uncle Louie went on. “The Canadians can go screw a moose. That sneaky reward shit.  Offering cash for my whereabouts. Hoping my friends do their work. Lazy bastards.  If they’re looking for me so hard that means something happened to Billy.  He’s probably beat up senseless and dropped somewhere or worse, dead. If so they will need me alive until they get their money. After that it’s anyone’s guess.” He too...

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