Chapter 2
The next night Reny dressed with care. He was nervous because he was clean right now, but one more criminal act added to his rap sheet would be his last. He’d be dubbed a habitual criminal and probably put away for life. His wallet was stuffed with the filthy lucre Piff had given him to do the job, and if he didn’t do it, it would be curtains for him.
Before he left to go bar hopping, he outfitted himself with almost everything in his arsenal, the least being a set of brass knuckles and a Taser. As he looked in the mirror at his reflection, he was saddened at what he saw. Roughened skin, tight lips, and a face that rarely ever smiled. He wasn’t a kid anymore, and the hard life he lived had taken every bit of the dewy youth he’d had at one time. Now he was a man with the street
