Few Weeks Later
Spot walked into the bar and scanned the crowd, finally setting his eyes on a wirey kid sitting at a table and walked over to him.
"Hey Traxler, hows da huntin' goin'?"
Traxler turned surprised eyes to Spot. "Oh um...Ok." He replied catching the cigar that slipped out of his stunned mouth, looking like someone who was caught doing something he wasnt suppose to do.
Spot looks around "Ya Looks like your woiken awful hard." He said sarcastically making eye contact with him again.
Traxler shrugged. "Well, I'm jist takin' a break, Ya know."
Spot nodded "shoar, Cept it seems you been taking more breaks den lookin for dat goil." His voice darkening.
Traxler stood up, squaring his shoulders and narrowing his eyes. "Look here Conlon. I woik at me own pace and dat goils a Dead End. Ya hear."
"Watch yer talk kid. Now I bet if youd actually try and look youd have found her by now." Spot threatened.
"No buddy, You watch it. You came to ME, Remember. and you ain't even payin me for dis, so I'm gonna take as much time as I want, even if it means not finding dis goil till next year."
Spots jaw tightened. "Yer dis close Traxler, now you listen to me. You live in Brooklyn and I'm your leader. You do as I say, when I say, and you dont ask no questions."
"No Conlon as a matter of fact I don't....." Traxler started to retort cockily, but spot didn't give him any time and punched him hard, knocking him to the ground. "It's alright Yer off da case and I expect you to be outta Brooklyn by tomorrow" He ordered then turned and left without another word.