“He called me up one day a few months back and told me of this lovely little island and how well he was faring.”
“So you two have been friends since you were boys?” Hank queried.
“I wouldn’t exactly say friends, my friend. You might say good acquaintances or even rivals–at least I was his. Reggie always liked having things his way, mind you it was over the strangest things. He never wanted the biggest car or the hottest chick, but when he decided he wanted something–well, damn it he made sure he got it.”
Pausing to take another drag from the e-cig and gulp from the grape juice, Mick continued, “That’s what he called me for. He said the old bat was being greedy and that he wanted to get out from under her and do his own thing and I was just the man to make it happen for him.
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