“What are you guys running through here now?” “Still what you agreed to. Ammo goes out. Coke and party pills come in. Along with the usual restaurant and hotel supplies for Cove, of course.” He blows out smoke into the rain and grins at me sideways. “Don’t worry, if we decide to start trafficking Russian whores, we’ll make sure to run it by you first.” “Sounds lucrative.” “Sounds like you want a cut,” Dante growls.
