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Long Beach, inside a community bar named Clarity in the North Long Beach black community.
Two black policemen in uniform stood in a corner of the bar, smoking and quietly laughing in conversation with Page, a long-lost former colleague.
Tommy's bodyguard, mouthpiece, barber, and TV actor, Mr. Martin Hart, now shirtless, wore only an Armani suit that still had its tags, his wrist adorned with a flashy gold watch. On his chest, apart from the abundance of chest hair, the most noticeable thing was an almost baby-arm-thick gold chain. The gold diamond rings on both his middle and ring fingers gleamed as he stood at the center of the bar, with a stern face, holding a beer, and surveying the forty-plus black men and women who had been invited into the bar by the policemen and Page.
He looked just like those gang leaders from the black community, while Page and the policemen beside him seemed more like his private guards.
