“That bitch,” Jordan said. “I knew she was no good. Jeanna! Jeanna! Where the fuck is she?” “She was outta here as soon as I got here. From the looks of it, she’ll be gone for a while.” Rocky laughed. “All that shit she broke outta here with,” one of his boys said. “Damn,” Jordan said as he reached under the pillow. “Lookin’ for this?” Rocky asked and held up Jordan’s gun. “She handed it to me on her way out the door.” “That bitch!” Everybody laughed, even Jordan. Still, he knew what a fucked up situation he was in, lying in bed, unarmed, butt naked with three killers around him. “What you want with me, Rock?” Jordan asked. “Warren Miller. Where is he?” “I don’t know where Miller is,” Jordan lied. “Rock, I swear. I ain’t seen Miller in at least a week.” “I heard that you was down with him.” “Yeah, we do some work together.” “You was with him when he went to collect from Bruce Lawrence.” “I was there.” “Where’s the fuckin’ money?”
