"What's the matter, Jimmy?"
His eyes were blurring more and more by the second and he rubbed at them furiously, not understanding what was happening to him. "Ally, something's wrong with my eyes! Help me!"
Alabama's laughter sounded as if it was coming from a far away place. "There's nothing wrong with your eyes, Jimmy."
"Yes, there is!" He stood, still rubbing them and starting forward. His knee clipped the side of something low and solid and he tumbled to the floor. "Alabama! My eyes! Help me!"
She chuckled, sneering down at the white boy as she walked around him. "My eyes! Help me!" Her mocking tone and his response made her break out in fresh laughter. "You're such an idiot, Jimmy! You arrange to steal nearly a hundred thousand dollars from me and then you think that I want to fuck you?"
Jimmy blinked rapidly, finally closing his eyes when his eyesight didn't get any better. "I didn't steal from you ... "
"No, you didn't!" She hissed angrily. "I didn't give you a chance to."
"Ally ... "
"You didn't know that Edwin was on my payroll, did you?" She smiled. She knew about the whole scheme. Jimmy was really good on the computer. He had arranged for the subtle removal of a few dollars from each transaction and those monies had been directed into an account in Miami. A few days ago, during a drinking session with a new runner named Edwin, he had intimated the details of his scheme to the man and now ... now he was blinded and quickly losing control over his senses. "Edwin told me everything. So I decided to ruin you."
He groaned, rubbing his eyes again and rolling onto his back. "Well, you did a good job, Alabama. I'm definitely ruined."
"When you said you were blackballed, I wanted to laugh." She grabbed his jaw, pinching the skin painfully. "I wondered if you were a psychic."
"Why?"