"Well, maybe I ain’t all that satisfied with Nick’s leadership."

"And I guess you think you could do a better job?"

"I know I can."

Kenny took a sip of his drink and shook his head. "So why don’t you kill Nick and step up," he said and laughed a little.

"Maybe I will. When the time is right," Bo said and put down his glass. He turned and looked at Kenny. "When that happens I need to know where you stand."

Kenny laughed. "I don’t even know why I bother to fuck with you, Bo," he said and started to get up. "What you gonna do when Black comes after you?"

"If Black don’t see that Nick had to go, then maybe Black gotta die too."

"You are crazy," Kenny said and got up from the bar.

On his way out of the club, Kenny ran into Cruz Villanueva. He was the nephew of Hector Villanueva, whom Black had dealt with many times. Black had known Hector since the old days when they both worked for Andre Harmon. Black did Hector a favor that cost Black money, but allowed Hector to buy cheaper and better quality product-a favor that put Hector in the position of power. His move to Miami only made that position stronger-a favor that Black called in when Shy needed to buy cheaper and better quality product from Hector.

"When I met you, we discussed a business arrangement," Shy said to Hector that day in Miami. "I wanted to know if the offer was still good."

Hector paused for a minute and looked at Shy. "You know I used to live and do business in New York. I still have many friends and many business associates there. Some have told me about the problems you are having. In fact, they tell me that just last night you took another loss. Is this true?"

"Yes. But I am moving to correct that situation," Shy said quickly.

"Shy, it hurts me deeply to tell you this, but I must retract my offer."