"What happened?" the man in black said, exasperated yet calm. "You couldn't keep that cop from following you without almost killing yourself?"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY, ING?" Bizzle said, squinting up at the other man.
Ing squints while carrying Bizzle to their black 1967 Pontiac GTO down the alleyway before propping Bizzle up against it.
"Can you hear me, Bizzle?" Ing says, mouthing the words without speaking them.
"...YEAH." Bizzle says back. "HEY, WE BETTER GET PAID A LOT FOR THIS. MY JACKET IS ALL **** UP."
"..."