Leo pretended to appear clueless. “Like the guns?”
“It’s become too competitive. Nowadays the port in the city has more to offer, and I can’t turn to it when the bikers have their claws dug right into it and are neck deep in supply. I want to push them out, but I can’t do it without it becoming a full-fledged war. I need to bide my time and strike when I’m flushed with cash again.”
“So what’s so lucrative you can rebuild enough money to push them out?”
“It’s not something I can speak about or accurately put into words,” he answered cryptically. “You have to see it for yourself.”
Play the part.
Play the fucking part, Leo.
“See what exactly?”
George’s smile looked twisted, cold. “How to make cash in Hell.”