He lets out a long-suffering groan, clutching his stomach and rolling to his side. "I feel sick..."
"Hey. Hey!" Voodoo closes the distance between them and snaps his fingers in Torch's face. "Don't you puke on us, Janis. Not 'fore you give us your supplier."
Torch groans again. "Why you gotta be all up in my face, man?"
"Don't worry, I'll be outta it soon's you answer the fuckin' question."
And now Torch lets out a low whine, leaning his head back against the wall. "Mafiya guys. I don't know their names. They're bringing them in nightly from the Bronx, over the Alexander Hamilton Bridge."
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He lets out a long-suffering groan, clutching his stomach and rolling to his side. "I feel sick..."
"Hey. Hey!" Voodoo closes the distance between them and snaps his fingers in Torch's face. "Don't you puke on us, Janis. Not 'fore you give us your supplier."
Torch groans again. "Why you gotta be all up in my face, man?"
"Don't worry, I'll be outta it soon's you answer the fuckin' question."
And now Torch lets out a low whine, leaning his head back against the wall. "Mafiya guys. I don't know their names. They're bringing them in nightly from the Bronx, over the Alexander Hamilton Bridge."