"a-are you gonna kill me?"
"what? why would i kill you?"
he chuckled and picked up a cigarette from the ashtray.
"why else did you pull me into your room?"
the smell of nicotine, beer, and a rotten slice of pizza filled the entire room making my head spin. he tapped the ashes of his cigarette onto the tray and took a long drag.
"so you wouldn't rat me out to that fat and wrinkly con-artist of a landlord."
"con-artist?..."
"geez, don't tell me you were scammed too."
what?