On the second ring, Antony Nakarian, phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear, swinging his 3 iron with his right hand, said “Lo?”
He never said the hell part of hello, if he got three straight 6’s in golf he’d score himself a 5 or a 7 on the third one, depending on who he was playing with, and he went to confession so often that Father Laramie saw him more than Mrs. Long, the church secretary.
The voice on the other end, sounding like a dumpster full of breath mints being walked across by a hippo, said “Come get the drugs, Knocker.”
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