Jimmy opens the door to the dark, concrete room and steps inside. He sees Raymond sitting on a folding chair in the corner, looking haggard and stressed.
"Raymond, Raymond, Raymond, this went really bad, I'm so sorry," Jimmy says, his voice filled with regret.
"I thought he was gonna shoot me, I swear," Raymond replies, his voice shaking.
"You didn't follow protocol, Ray. I just wanted to know if they were moving hard stuff," Jimmy says, his tone firm. "I had to do what I had to do. You said you guys were good with each other. What was all of that?"
"I thought he would shoot me," Raymond repeats, his eyes darting around the room.
"You said you were friends," Jimmy says, his voice softening. "That's why I gave you a chance to help me out."
"That's my boy, I loved him, man. I can't believe this," Raymond says, his voice breaking. "Do I still get that 200 dollars?"
"Ray, you didn't help me find any drugs," Jimmy says, reaching into his wallet. He pulls out thirty dollars and hands it to Raymond. "Keep this between me and u Ray. I'm serious"
Raymond takes the money and stands up, his eyes downcast. He scurries out of the room like a mouse and runs to wherever it is that rats go.
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