Chapter 19: The Little Dead Girl

Twenty years ago.

A kitten with a bow around its neck purrs in Falcone's lap.

Falcone raps his rings on the table for emphasis. Meeks perks up.

“This ain't no little job like those other ones. Understand?”

Meeks nods.

“This is very important to me. I want to send a very important message.”

Meeks nods. Falcone produces a small baggie of cocaine and a mirror. He spreads lines out for Meeks.

“Go on.”

Meeks snorts most of it up. Falcone nods approval. Falcone's other thugs in the room observe through dark glasses.

“Take another hit. It helps.”

Meeks snorts up the rest of the coke. It's hitting him.

“I don't even need to tell you what this mother fucker did, what a disgrace he is. Every time I think about him, and that cock sucking wife of his…”

Falcone snaps the kitten's neck. He hands it to one of his thugs.

“Get that fuckin' thing out of here. It's no good to me now.”

The thug carries it away and Falcone sets his attention back to Meeks.