I was freezing, but I had a job to do and I was going to do it.
I'd watched Danny go into the building earlier, driving the van full of empty boxes. I had a nasty feeling it was going to go sour, but Danny didn't care. He was a man who lived for the thrills, and he didn't care much if the money got blown up during a gunfight.
I wasn't surprised to hear his customers start shooting off, just surprised that it was so early.
Danny hadn't even made it to the outdoors.
I walked to my car, opened the trunk and took out my Tommy Guns.
It was time to get nasty.
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You want drugs, guns or booze? Go see my step-brother Danny, and bring your wallet.