Chapter 3

Too bad Mark didn’t feel the same way. Mark was skittish. Reggie had been patient. As usual, Reg sat on a stool at the end of the bar. He looked down the expanse of the counter with concern. Mark was shaking with fear judging from the expression on his face. Reggie thought they took care of Jay earlier. He wondered what was wrong. Mark came over to check his drink, still trembling. He stood in front of Reggie.

“You volunteered earlier this afternoon to rent me the apartment you have in the basement. I can’t take it. I’ll bring trouble with me.”

“Jay? The guys and I will make sure Jay doesn’t bother you. What problem could you possibly have, besides Jay, we can’t easily take? What else could there be that would deter me from renting you an apartment?”

“Jay just called,” Mark said in a small voice.

“That son of a bitch…What was Jay doing calling you? Did he threaten you?”