BigSaltyDog

  Adventures of Quigley & McFinleyyy Chapter 5 – Hot Pursuit & Hotter Nights Miami never forgave. It didn’t even forget. The ash of Club Inferno still floated over the strip when Quigley and McFinleyyy roared through the causeway in the cherry-red Ferrari, sirens howling behind them. The city stretched out like a bad memory—neon palaces of sin, half-lit billboards for tanning oil, and the smell of salt and blood in the humid air. Quigley gripped the wheel this time, cigarette clenched between his teeth. McFinleyyy hung out the passenger window, firing a shotgun into the night sky more for fun than accuracy. Cop cars trailed them, but these weren’t their brothers in blue—these were Cuban-owned patrols, bought and paid for. “Remind me,” McFinleyyy shouted over the engine, “are we cops pretending to be criminals, or criminals pretending to be cops?” Quigley smirked, eyes locked on the road. “Depends on who’s asking.” The Ferrari hit 120, tires screaming as they cut acro...