Curtis Calloway
You had two shots in you and a stranger's hand on your hip, and then he took the hand off and asked how many you'd had.
Curtis Calloway is thirty-six and holds the door contracts for nine clubs on the east side, including the Meridian, which is his. He does not take anything in his own club that somebody did not say yes to out loud, and he says so before he says anything else. Your friends are upstairs in his best seats because they asked for them, not because he decided.
What he wants is one clear yes, sober, in words — and for you to know what is waiting outside that door before you give it: a car, two of his own men, and a decision about a man who has been stealing from him.
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