Murray the lard-ass Loreto is behind on the four hundred he owes Jett. He in fact owes five hundred bucks. He got the money to gamble with while he was hot. Typical he blew everything that night. Now he says he can't pay Jett back yet. Since then he has been seen gambling again at the Shady Nugget and the Fever House. You find out where the big greaseball lives. You knock on his door at three p m on a Tuesday. His car is there. No one answers you knock and knock while smoking a cigarette. You are angry now. You flick the butt into his flower garden. It lands on a sunflower and burns a petal. You rear back and kick hard. Another hard kick and the door is open. No one in the living room. No one is the kitchen beyond where the back door is hanging open. Shit! The fat turd got away!