Benny looked out over the bay, trying to rub the tension out of his neck. There was something in the air tonight, something that made his hair stand on end. But the boss said tonight was the night, so Benny was here… waiting. Off to the east, he could see the entrance to the Yacht Yards. He wondered what the rich folk would do if they knew he was there, waiting for the drugs that their kids would be dumping their soft-earned allowance on come tomorrow night.
Two flashes from the dark water told Benny that his contact was rowing toward shore. The docks on the western side of the bay were dark this time of the night, most of the warehouses abandoned for the much nicer, cheaper accommodations closer to the Commercial District...Read More