My Friends Don't Walk, They Run

Ruberri (Berry) Bright remembers the number 56, dark eyes, and the flowers next door.
Poet (Poe) Allister remembers blood on his hands and a story his mother had told him about a dead composer.
Orion (lee) Rousseau remembers murder.

Berry didn't think much of accepting the cash table 14 had given her, except for the fact that that they left her a $600 tip, and paper money didn't exist. Not really, anyway, only criminals were cash handlers. Poe didn't think the waitress would accept the money - she did. Cash was a sign of dominance, of power, and he still needed to come up with the 5 million bail to free his boss, Angel, not focus on why he hadn't terrified the stupid waitress. That is, until stupid waitress appeared again playing the piano, the clue he had been given to win the next $20k. He wasn't Orion Rousseau, he wasn't born into a quarter of all the cash left in America. Orion had other things to worry about, like who murdered his dad, how to fill those shoes now that he was at the top of the gang world, and why no one knew he existed until August 18th three years ago.