“I understand, Murray. Let’s just do this.”

Murray sat down at the table and proceeded with his work. He meticulously looked over each piece while Travis watched in silence. Every now and then, Murray would make a sound or say, “Hmm.” After about an hour, Murray put down his eyepiece. He looked at Travis. “Very good work, Travis. Very impressive indeed.”

“How much, Murray?”

“A hundred and ten is the best I can do.”

“Including the car?” Travis asked, not believing what he was hearing.

Murray nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders. “Including the car, that’s the best I can do.”

“What the fuck you mean that’s the best you can do?”

“Just what I said, Travis. One-ten is the best I can do for you for what you got here.”

“Give me a fuckin’ break, Murray. I know you can do better than that. Come on now, we talked about this.”

“Travis, I know what we talked about. But things are different now,” Murray said softly.

“Murray, be fair with me. The diamonds are worth a hundred grand on their own. Eight grand for the Lex. So, what you’re tellin’ me is that you’re only givin’ me two grand for the rest of this shit?”

“Travis, I’m sorry, but that’s the best I can do. The word is already on the street. Gun play inside the store. Gun play outside the store with the police. Car chases though the street with the police. Travis, please understand the stuff from the store is so hot now that it’s gonna be very difficult to get rid of,” Murray said.

“Get the fuck outta here!” Travis yelled loud enough to get the attention of Jackie and Ronnie.

“Please, Travis, lower your voice. There’s no need for shouting,” Murray said as Jackie and Ronnie came into the room.

“That’s bullshit, Murray, and you know it!” Travis yelled as he raised up from his seat.