“Listen, Kid- some free advice. Let Ella go. This is messy. You stand to lose everything.”
Rummy pulled a lighter from his jacket pocket, a beautiful piece of equipment fashioned in Art Deco style. As the wheel hit stone, a flame lit darkness. I held my breath. Butane. Rummy’s eyes narrowed. He focused on the task at hand, toasting the foot of a Cuban Cohiba.
~ Rummy and Roy: Part Two