He eyed his cousin warily. “What's up?” Marcus took a long pull from the beer bottle he held. Looking Anthony up and down, he gave a short grunt. “Nice clothes. Nice car, too. Living well, huh?” “I'm doing okay. How've you been?”Anthony settled on the huge black leather sofa. “Fine since I got out. The first few nights I had trouble sleeping though. Funny how even after just eighteen months in prison you can get so programmed to follow orders.” Marcus tipped the bottle and finding it empty, went to the small refrigerator behind the bar to get another. “It's going to take some time, but you'll be all right.” “I'll do better than all right.” Marcus looked up at him frowning. “I've got plans.” “Yeah?”Anthony kept his voice and expression as neutral as possible. Marcus had always had plans, plans that generally led to big trouble. “Yeah. I'm going to start my own business.” “Really? That sounds good.”Anthony gave him a slight smile. “You don't think I can do it, right?”
