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Josie stood at least four inches
taller than Snips in bare feet; add in the heels and she towered over the slimy
loan shark. From her vantage point, Josie counted the twelve greasy black hairs
slicked over his prematurely bald dome. And
they say God doesn't have a sense of humor.
"The dealer's about to get
started again, but we need to talk later."
"I've told you a million
times, Snips, I'm not interested."
"When you hear just how much
Cyril owes me, you'll change your tune." Confidence oozed from his
blindingly white, toothy grin.
Her baby brother would never
borrow money from Snips. "What in the hell are you talking about?"
Snips just smirked. Finally, his
eyes met hers. "We'll need to work something out." His gaze dropped
again.
"How much?"
Her baby brother by all of twelve
minutes promised the craps games were in his past. Why in the hell would Cy
need money from a shark on the lowest rung of the Callandriello family's crime
ladder? Was he gambling again, trying to cover mom's out-of-whack medical
bills? Had the bank finally come through on its threats to foreclose on her
parents' house? She didn't have the answers. Instead she had an ominous
gurgling in the pit of her stomach and Snips' little snake eyes ogling what he
could never touch.
Josie wobbled on her four-inch
Lucite heels, but forced her voice to strengthen. "I asked how much?"
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