At mid day police siren blared and pulled over a semi detached duplex.
Brian's boss sprinted to his feet, paced to the window and beheld a band of police advancing to his house. Quickly as bat from hell he hurried his boys to tuck away their guns and gather anything drugs into the toilet and flushed before he answered the door.
"Hello cops, I can't remember dialing 911," said the boss dragging a hostile look at them.
Inspector Fred gazed upon him from head to toe, "We have come for one Tony Rightman," he said coldly combing the arena with his stare.
"Ok I have one Tony but I am not sure if he is the right man for you," he uttered to pass a joke but ended up laughing alone.
"And you are?" inquired Fred, studying the tattoo that ran from his neck to arm.
He added, "His uncle that beats his ass when he sucks," he lied, "To what do I owe this visit?"
