[Poggio]

Cassidy motioned for two drinks. She slowly got up from where they were setting and disappeared to an unknown location. He sipped the drink leisurely wondering just how deep he had dug his grave. By the time Cassidy returned the ice in her drink had melted into water. She looked as though she had broken out into a cold sweat. She downed her drink in one giant gulp before looking at Ezra.

“Alright Kiddo Ricardo is willing to buy everything from you, you name the price he’ll have it. Get in give him the drugs get out… don’t try anything funny and he won’t try anything… “ Ezra nodded he was about to take a sip of his drink when she threw something at him along with a set of keys. “Put that on and don’t take it off, and I’ll take 2 percent.” He held up a strange little collar giving Cassidy a curious glance. She rolled her eyes. “It has my scent, it will make you and your cargo smell less like fresh meat.“ He nodded in understanding. “Where can I find him?”

“The industrial district. He owns a warehouse that he uses for laundering, Warehouse 692 level three. Ask for Ricardo.” She gave him a hardy pat on the back slipping a few dollars into his coat pocket as well. “I’d understand if you chicken out. Here’s some hold over funds in case you do.” She waved bye as she left the tavern. Ezra let out a sigh as he debated about what he wanted to do, exactly how desperate he was for money. Finally he left the Tavern making his way to the industrial district.