“What’s the job?” I asked.
“Oh,” Marcus tapped his chin, “Something that’s well suited to Charlie’s talents, I think. You see,” he pulled up a chair, and sat down. He spent far too much time looking at my breasts, but i listened intently, crossing my arms, ”... someone owes me money,” he said, “a lot of money, and this person refuses to pay me,”
“Why does he owe you money,” Charlie asked.
“That, Charlie, is not important.” Marcus pointed at him, “What IS important is that I’ve given him three chances to buck-up, and he’s failed to produce the green. So now, I’m going to take something of his!”
“His house?” I tried aloud.
“I thought about it, but no. His warehouse, off of Centennial Parkway. I give you the address” he smiled, “and you burn it down. it’s as simple as that.”
Before Charlie could respond, I nodded, “He’ll do it!”
“I will?”
“Of course. I will be there with you, the whole time” I clapped my hands, “I can’t wait to see how big the blaze gets.. it’ll be wicked!”
“I knew you’d like it!” Marcus nodded