Crack

CrackHere they were in the night, dressed like they were Lord Mayors, gold chains as thick as forearms hanging around their necks, sitting in a white Excalibur that was stuck among all the limousines, Jaguars and Rolls-Royce convertibles in the circular driveway in front of the hotel.The doorman walked down the line of cars to the Excalibur and pointed to an empty alley on his right. "You're not picking up anybody; you can go out that way."The guy driving the Excalibur pointed to the c...