It's like playing tennis. You play a different rally with different players. (Tom Hiddleston)

“Why didn’t I think of this sooner?” I exclaimed.

“Think of what?”

“I’m the landlord so that should be fine, there’s no one to hide from.”

“Hide what from?”

“Well, we’ll have to hide it from the police but that goes with everything.”

“What?”

“I don’t have much room but, hell, I own an apartment building: I’ve got nothing but rooms! There are more people in-and-out of my apartment than yours. We’ll set it up down there.”

“Honey! What are you talking about?”

“We’ll sell drugs,” I said obviously. Rider told me not to do drugs, he didn’t tell me not to sell them.

“Where will we get drugs? Who will we sell them to? I don’t know, Honey.”

“Prostitution, not a problem, but a bit of drug dealing and you’re up in arms?”

“I just don’t know. It seems risky.”

“Maybe I should get Nicky involved,” I thought aloud.

“No, you don’t need to do that.”

“You’re right. The more people involved the more money we have to dish out. He does have a seedy history though, but, no, I don’t want to cut him in. I have debts to deal with. Besides, Nicky might be too passionate to do this. Though…”

“Nicky would just mess things up.”

“He is strong though, he could be the intimidating muscle we need.”

“I beat him up. I could be the muscle.”

“You ambushed him when he was drunk.”

“He’s always drunk.”

“Alright!” I stopped the bickering. “What do you know about crystal meth?”

“It’s bad. That stuff could really mess you up.”

I slapped my palm to my forehead. “You study chemistry. Do you think you can make it?”

“Start a meth lab?”