Searching for Diamonds
"Just where the fuck was Rusty?" It was a thought, not a statement, for he had no reason for expressing it and every reason not to. In his present company, he had no inclination whatsoever of introducing a man who robbed casinos for a living. This was just merely an aside to his rather forlorn self. He appeared to be at a loose end. Always thinking
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For a man built like a wendy house, he was notoriously difficult to blow over. He shut the car door gently, which probably gave away his mood. He had seen Danny from the top of the street and even as he walked towards him, he was watching the events unfold on the opposite side of the road.
He made no hurry to reach Danny, though this was clearly his destination. He allowed himself a small chuckle through a tooth-pick as he looked from Danny to Sam and back again.
"What the fuck is he doin' now?" Nicky asked Danny. "I keep telling the dumb Jew fuck, he needs to ditch that two-bit whore." Nicky shook his head, as if admonishing one of his children.
He leant against Danny's car and together they surveyed the scene, neither of them too concerned for the outcome, and both hoping Sam would get to it quickly. Nicky was hungry and needed a drink. He guessed Danny probably had somewhere better to be too, probably at the tailor.
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