Sometimes, me and Bobby would make the run. On this particular night he sent us to see a man name Dudley Roberts, but everybody called him D.R. He was a dealer of some note, but his downfall was that he was a shooter and liked to get high on his own supply. D.R. owed Andréfifty grand and he sent me to collect. “A simple pick up, Black,” Andrésaid. “No trouble, no resistance, and definitely no shooting. Just get my money.” When me and Bobby got to the bar on White Plains road, we saw DR surrounded by his set. There were five of them. Bobby turned to me. “These fuckin’ guys. I really don’t feel fuckin’ with them tonight.” “So what you wanna do?” I asked. “Wait. See if they split up and take him then,” Bobby said. “Cool,” I said and took a seat where I could see them and signaled for a waitress. “I gotta take a piss,” Bobby said and got up. “Two shot of Remy, straight up,” I said when she showed up. The waitress was on her way back to the table when a man noticed me siting there.
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