At dusk, when it was neither fully dark nor light, in an abandoned wooden house not far from Clayton.
Boyette sat on a small box, his hand reached into his crotch, then he sniffed it and instantly felt refreshed.
Opposite him, on a broken sofa and wooden chairs, sat four black men who were even darker than him.
They were dressed in black, easily overlooked.
One of the bald men said, "Boss Boyette, we've just got this place, you want to take over the market? You rank higher than us in the gang, but we're not afraid of you."
Boyette said, "Tom, I'm here to discuss business with you."
Bald Tom raised a finger and shook it, "We're not short on money."
Dirty-braided sidekick Jerry pulled out a tequila box, showing off, opened it, and inside were rolls of US dollars.
Boyette stood up, opened the box, kicked it over, and many rolls of $20 US dollars spilled out.
"Come with me to take down a piece of shit in the Clayton Community." he said, "All these are yours."
