The lone figure turned his back to the biting wind that blew round the corner of 34th Street. He shivered, but not from cold. What made him shiver was stone cold fear. Rather Large Ronnie's day had started early - he hated being woken by the phone like that - and he hated even more what he heard.
The conversation with Brutal Bazz had been a short one - "We been rumbled"
"Not the White Do..." Rather Large Ronnie's words were cut short.
"Shut it - this line could be bugged!" rasped Brutal Bazz, "Meet me at 34th and Vine in an hour. And be careful - cause the word in the hood is that some of Lulu's boy's could be in town!"
As the line went dead, Rather Large Ronnie's blood went cold. It was bad enough that he was gonna have to meet with Brutal Bazz, the feared Godfather of the Hiresionne gang from the East Side. But he had to contend with the fact that some of Lethal Lulu's mob were over from the West Coast.
"Damn!" he rasped, thumping the table and almost upsetting his bowl of multi-colored Cheerios, "this is bad - I'd better have a word with Calm Colin"
But CC didn't answer, and so Rather Large Ronnie was alone as he stood on that windy corner.
Rather Large Ronnie pushed up the brim of his trilby, and behind a line of yellow cabs, he spotted a large Pontiac.
The Pontiac went staight past (driven by some Aussies apparently) but from behind it swerved Brutal Bazz on his tandem.
"Get on, you Rather Large bloke" spat Brutal Bazz, and, with just enough time to nip his Lucky Strike and pop it behind his ear, he was on the somewhat tear-inducing saddle, and the hoodlum pair wobbled off in the direction of Fumbling Filmboy's Hollywood Diner (All you can eat for 5 bob).
It was gonna be a long day..................
TO BE CONTINUED