Must be the hits. They just don't

Stop.

Mafia related gossip.

Saw something. Down there in the uh...crops.

Well back of the swamp.

You know. The lobster feeder drop.

Yup. Sure did.

Last night.

Bout uh...five six guys.

8 tops.

Diggin down.

Then the cops appeared.

I drops my...you know...right there. Snuck back, plops myself down in a clump of clampa grass. Or...stagnant swamp morass.

What happened?

Well the guys jet.

In five jet skis.


The cops? They found Jed. Later. Unrelated matter.

How?

The Clown rapped. Some wiseguy, huh? Dumb ass clown.

The Clown rapped. Yep. Some ask "how?"

Fuckin rat.

He sounded weird. For a jokey guy. He got serious.

He's an ex-cokehead. I thought he might relapse.


And then...they might press.

The feds even. He might fess.

And he did.

He got set up. By himself. He's a...