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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