"The fight was really about me wantin’ to go back to New York," Shy told Nick.

"But you can’t, because of the conspiracy charge," Nick said.

"Michael lost it when I told him that I would rather go home and do my time than stay down here. I don’t want to be on the run for the rest of my life, Nick. I want to be free."

Sal pulled up at the dock and he looked back at Shy. "Now listen, we’re gonna get out of this car and go to the boat. You’re gonna go quietly. Some people seem to think that you’ve got some value, so you get to stay alive for a little while. But if you try to get away or call for help, I’ll put a bullet in your brain. You understand?"

"I understand," Shy said.

Sal got out of the car and pulled Shy out. He moved down the walkway quickly, practically dragging Shy along as he headed for the boat. Julio held his stomach and followed behind them as best he could.

As they made their way to the boat, Shy looked around the crowded dock and hoped that she saw someone she knew. You know, somebody who would question why this man was dragging her along, and do something to help or at least get word to Mike.

That’s when she saw him. Shy didn’t know what his name was, but she recognized him from the club. He’s practically a regular. Shy had seen him many times laughing and talking with Mike and Jamaica. But the only problem was he wasn’t looking in her direction.

Knowing that she would have to do something to get his attention, Shy pretended to stumble and fall. "Ouch!" Shy screamed, acting as if she was in pain and grabbing her ankle. That got his attention, as well as a few other people.

"All right, sweet cheeks, get up," Sal said as Julio caught up.