Second Entry:

“Whoa! Cool down, Danny boy.” Arty muttered. “I have two grand for you, my friend,” he said, smiling as if he was talking about two million. “From Bombay, it’s a peace offering for taking your girl.”

“What about the piece in my ribs?” I grunted.

Arty cocked his head, “Hey! You’re the one who said you’d kill any of Bombay’s boys if they come looking for you.” He shrugged, “Look, he’s apol-o-gizing. And he insists on a face-to-face with you. Something big is about to go down, and I’m talking big money. Bombay wants you back on the team, OK? He needs your…..skills.”