Drozin helps a woman’s grandson out in Las Vegas and takes on the mob.
Sal glared at Drozin and demanded he tell him what the deal was.
“Hey, since we’re in the buffet, let’s get something to eat,” Drozin suggested.
“This is no time to eat,” fumed Sal. “Where did you get the stones and why do these mokes have them?”
“You sure you don’t want to eat anything? I love the roast chicken and the jumbo shrimp. Don’t you?” asked Drozin as if nothing was wrong.
“I don’t want any chicken or shrimp,” yelled Sal. “Tell me what is going on and don’t leave anything out.”
The restaurant manager walked up to the men and asked, “Are you gentlemen going to eat anything?”
“No,” said Sal.
“Then please leave the buffet,” the manager requested. They left the restaurant and walked out into the casino where the noise of the slot machines covered their arguing.
“Sal, these two men were plenty happy to receive the stones I imported into the country. They have wanted to break away from you for awhile and I gave them the ability to do that.”
“He’s lying,” said the driver. “I don’t know where these rocks came from. They just popped into my pocket,” he confessed.
“Same here,” said the passenger. “I know I shot you. You’re supposed to be below a couple feet of dirt and sand out in the middle of nowhere. Why aren’t you there?”
“You’re such a kidder,” said Drozin. “It’s hard to believe you’ve killed thirteen men and women.”
The passenger was speechless.
“And you like to do women before popping them. I’d hate to go on a date with you and have it go bad.”
The driver was shocked that Drozin knew that since he had never told him that information.
“Then again, you always thought you were a lady killer. I guess you’re that for real.”
“I’m not interested in their sexual pleasures. Since they can be paid off not to kill you, did they also tell you anything about me that is embarrassing?”
“You actually invest in whorehouses. I didn’t think that was possible?”
“Hey, I’m an investor. I’ll invest in anything that will make a profit for me.”
“Just like when you invested in athletes to throw games? I bet the state gaming commission would like to talk with them to see what type of arrangements you made. Too bad they couldn’t share in the profits you made from the games they threw.”
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