The Force

by Don Winslow

Listen to me. Frankie, look up at me and listen—” Frankie looks up at him. Malone says, “I promised her I wouldn’t hurt you. So they’re going to cut you loose after I leave. But—listen to me, Frankie—next time you see her, you run, don’t walk, in the other direction. If you ever sell her dope again, I will find you, and I will beat you to death. And now you know that I keep my promises.” He walks out of the cell.

I would crap myself!

Life, Malone thinks, is trying to kill everyone. And it always succeeds. Sometimes before you die.

Heavy, man.