|We've got your scent, now|
Scotland Yard thinks he was associated with the murder of a Lucian member of a luxury car theft ring in Europe.
The bad boys learned that there is no such thing as loyalty from him, after the extra-judicial killings. Of 2010/11.
And now, even his best friend has learnt not to trust him.
There was piece of beachfront that boat-boy turned nigger-tycoon JJ owned in Marigot. He sold it to his friend for the very friendly price of one million dollars EC. In no time, JJ got word that the land had been resold for three million US. If that didn’t end the friendship, it certainly introduced some bitterness and tension.
JJ was his tag, his best Pardna, closer than blood in many ways.
|He lost JJ...his only friend...|
If he lost JJ, who does he have left?
Nothing. The noose is tightened. We are nearing the end of one of the greatest Greek sagas in St Lucian history. And today, The FLOGG will tell you how it all ends. Probably. Kinda…sorta. Look you either want to read it or you don’t. Don’t pressure me. I have to get shot for this shit sometime over the next couple of weeks, so just lay off me, okay.
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|Friends don't screw friends out of profits, Mikey, or Ricko or whatever your name is...|