Sleeping with the fishes
“You trouble me Harry, you are bad news,” Li’l Joey said with a toothpick in his mouth. He stared at Harry who was now tied to a block of cement on the edge of the pier.
“I didn’ do nuthin Joey, I didn’ do nuthin!” Harry blubbered. Joey’s goons Rico and Harlem gripped Harry tightly as he squirmed.
“That’s not what the boss says,” Joey replied. “Boss says you called the cops. Boss says you weren’t around when everyone was picked up. Boss says you fled. Well now here you are Harry. Tell us a story.”
“Yeah tell us a story,” Rico said giggling.
“Shut up Rico you knuckle head.” Joey shot a stern look at the two goons then at Harry who was still sobbing.
“Alright! I ran! Everything was goin’ down hill,” Harry slowly stopped his crying when he continued on. “I didn’ know the cops were gonna be there honest!”
Joey took the toothpick out of his mouth and walked towards Harry. Joey stared in Harry’s eyes, “I believe ya,” Joey’s face showed relief. “But the boss doesn’t. Git rid of him boys.”