I’m stuck in a hotel room for the next week, so I should get a lot of writing in.
(pages 60 & 61)
Jimmy opens up the case and there’s a lot of money. Jimmy counts it.
Looks good, Dino. So, how’d you come up with it?
I hit the lottery.
Okay, you don’t have to tell me. It doesn’t matter, I’m just happy to have my money back. Martin will…
(his phone starts ringing, interrupting him)
So the location does exist?
Okay, head on back.
Where were we?
You were saying something about Martin.
Oh yeah, Martin will take you to the girl.
Jimmy places the briefcase on the seat next to him.
Martin walks up with Sam in tow. Jimmy nods to Martin.
Take Dino to pick up his merchandise.
Okay, let’s go Dino.
Dino and Martin exit.
What about me? I need a ride to the hospital. I need to get my concussion looked at, then I’m going to need a ride to my attorney’s office. I have someone I need to sue about my concussion.
Sit down, Sam. Perry will take you when he gets back.
Sam sits down.
I normally don’t deal with people of your uh, um…intelligence. I mean, most people in your field don’t need to take loans from loan sharks. A bank would be happy to give it to you. Especially a surgeon that makes as much as you. So when I purchased the books from Saul, I was surprised to learn about you, and I had a sneaky suspicion that you’d be trouble.
I’m no trouble. I fucking paid.
You’ve paid when the money is in my hands. Until then, you’re no different from the dealers and pushers getting to me. And I’ll treat you the exact same way.
Times were better when Saul was in charge.
We’re called sharks for a reason. Just like sharks, we can smell blood in the water from miles away. And I can smell blood on you. I can smell lots of blood on you.