He had to hire somebody who could do the dirty job no matter what it cost him. But who could he hire on such short notice? He racked his brain for an answer. He inhaled some more smoke, a smug smile lit up his face. He had to call Socket, he thought, the guy was just the perfect person for the job. Picking up his phone he dialed Socket?s number and asked him to come over to his house as fast as he could.
Twenty minutes later, Mick heard a knock on his door. He sprang to his feet and hurried to the door unbolted it and yanked it open. Two men entered the room and Mick closed the door frantically behind them after staring outside to make sure nobody saw them come in.
?So, Socket thanks for coming?, Mick said as the two men stood in the middle of the room. Socket nodded. He was about six foot tall and was wearing a slouch hat at a jaunty angle on his skull of a head.
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