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Chapter Three

HARLEY

“Take a seat, Emilio,” my father says, his hand pointing to the available chairs.

We’re in the room where church is held, and Emilio seems nervous as hell.

He’s wearing black dress pants, a white shirt, and a patterned blue and black tie. Come to think of it, I’ve only ever seen him dressed formally.

“Thank you, Jim.”

Jim is my father’s name. However, he’s known by Prez here. The only other person who calls him Jim is my mother.

Emilio takes a seat beside him.

“Beer?” my dad offers.

“Whisky, please?”

“Harley, get the man a whisky.”

Turning toward the bar, I reach for a glass and ask, “Straight?”

“Yes, please, Harley,” he replies, gazing over his shoulder at me. He’s being so nice, downright perfectly polite, so I definitely know something is up.

With glass in hand, I hand him the whisky, then head back to get my dad and myself a beer.

“Here you go, Pap,” I say, handing him a beer. I sit on his other side, taking a swig of mine, then giving Emilio my full attention.

“Well, Emilio, you have us here now. What can we do for you?”

He takes the glass to his lips and swallows an extensive amount, then places it back down, clearing his throat. “I’d like to ask a favor if I can.”

My father places his hands on the table, glances at me, then turns back to Emilio. “So, what is this favor?”

Emilio clasps his hands in front of him.

He’s nervous.

“I think you both know who I work with, correct?”

He observes me then my father, and we nod. “We do.”

“I seem to have gotten myself into a bit of a situation.”

My father leans back in his chair. “What situation would that be?”

“You both know the name Javier Clemente?”

“Yes, we know,” my father replies.

“We were supposed to have a shipment of cocaine last Friday. When my men went to collect the drugs, they were told that someone had stolen the shipment while in transit. Some bastard stole what belonged to Clemente. Clemente is demanding that I compensate him for what was lost. If I don’t come up with the money, then I’ll be dead.”

He takes a breath and another hit of whisky. “My choice is… to either find out where these drugs have gone or pay the amount they cost. If I’m honest, I don’t have that kind of money. You might think I seem like a very rich man, but I locked my money up in stocks, and I can’t just withdraw it.” He stops for a minute.

“Gentlemen, if I don’t get Javier this money, I fear he will kill me. Me and Javier go a long way back, but I’m afraid business comes before family and friends.”

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