Chapter 9: Debt Collection

Pinemore Loan was cramped, maybe three hundred square feet.  The light was dim, and the metal roll-up gate was mostly open. Eight young men sat inside, smoking and playing poker. A hanging curtain led straight to the backyard.  From the doorway, Luciano heard a woman's sobs and a man's pleading, most of it swallowed by the room's deafening music. Luciano left Cooper and the others outside. He hauled the gate higher and walked in. Brennan froze. Luciano had to be out of his mind. This was...