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M3, THE SUNSET CAR WASH

The Greek was now a fawning mess. ‘Sorry, sorry. Please don’t kill me. It was not my project, was my friend’s.’

Now it was conclusive. Rafael wasn’t interested in pathetic excuses.

‘I don’t give a shit, my friend; now you are going to pay. You come here, you sell on the island, you think you are the boss. Now the big boss wants to kill me. He thinks I put the shit here behind his back. Now you must come and explain yourself to my boss.’

The Greek fell to his knees sobbing. ‘I’m not going anywhere; are you gonna kill me?’

Rafael felt like punching him, but right now this guy was too pathetic to hit, with his hands in prayer position, on his knees, pleading for his life. ‘Maybe, depends what you say. If you still have some cocaine, you must give it to us now. I’m supposed to take everything you have and kill you, but I want to just buy what you have, then you have one week to go, otherwise, these are Chino’s words, “We gonna fuck him very bad.” I believe it’s better you leave the island.’

He was pissing his pants, like a chicken, he was so nervous, he was such a puss.

– Rafael

The Greek quickly confessed to having half a kilo of blow still stashed in a safety deposit box up the road in Legian. He offered to get it later, when it got dark.

‘No, now,’ Rafael shouted. ‘If I come back to Chino’s office without the coke, without you, I’m gonna get trouble, so it’s better your mother cry than mine. Let’s go.’

Dimitrius asked if he could first change out of his wet board shorts. Rafael agreed, trailing him to the bedroom to ensure