rank chalked his cue as he studied his shot. The cue ball and the eight ball were in the far right-hand corner. He was too Short to lean over the table and too muscle-bound to hold the cue behind his back. Had he been playing for money he would have used the bridge without hesitation, but he played alone. Nobody wanted to risk being assaulted. He glanced at the other hoods and slackers who were passing the afternoon playing pool or slouching against the bar drinking beer. The last time one of them had snickered when Frank used the bridge, Frank had broken a cue over the guy s head and stabbed the splintered handle through his cheek and into the back of his throat. \"Frank, we gotta go in to the citY Now. \"A stz\",7>V~z~,Ztman ~h , . hZSmJd~entzeshade~zteFedt[le 6at. His dark red hair curled OVer 0fhis leatherjacket. He approached Frank directly and ~1 as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. Kevin. Let s go.\" Relieved to quit on the awkward shot, iir0pped his cue on the table and picked up his New York bag. The two menjumped into a red Impala and headed htbush Avenue toward the Manhattan Bridge. At the first ~lht Frank poured powdered methadrine from ! a vial on to
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