He leaned back and kicked playfully, delighted at the sensation of the water between his toes. He blissfully expired the vapors of the single malt. More than anything he wanted to take a dip in the pool. To have his girth buoyed, to hold his breath und

“For Chrissake! Just get me one of fucking Tony's half-assed, made in China bullshit, getaway cars. My plate is hot!” I had never hated cars so much before. Not so much the cars, but the sound the cheap ones made when they drove past my house. The…