BigSaltyDog

  Adventures of Quigley & McFinleyyy Chapter 7 – Helicopters & Heartbeats Miami at night was a jungle of neon. Streetlamps smeared into streaks of light as the Ferrari Testarossa screamed down Ocean Drive at 120, engine snarling like a caged tiger. Quigley’s hand gripped the wheel with surgical calm, cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke trailing into the humid air. Beside him, McFinleyyy cradled a shotgun between his knees like a prom date. Behind them, headlights blazed—two cartel sedans, guns poking out of the windows, muzzle flashes lighting up the boulevard. And above it all, a police chopper thudded through the night sky, its searchlight cutting sharp beams across the palm-lined streets. “Never thought I’d see the day the cops were our cavalry,” McFinleyyy muttered. Quigley blew smoke and smirked. “Enjoy it. They’ll turn on us soon enough.” The brunette leaned forward from the back seat, clutching Quigley’s shoulder, perfume sharp as cordite. “You’re insane. Y...