"Look, Lonnie, you're not in a position to demand more money from me. I've paid you plenty."
Slurring his words, Lonnie whines, "Come on. Since I got kicked out of the Navy, I can't seem to get any work. You have plenty of dough. 'Sides, you want me ta keep your secrets, don't ya?"
"You're pathetic." Stumbling in the surf, Drugar grabs Lonnie's arm and jabs bills into his pocket. He shoves Lonnie further out of his way. "Don't ever contact me again. No one would believe we knew each other any...


