BigSaltyDog

  Adventures of Quigley & McFinleyyy Chapter 3 – Blondes, Bricks & Betrayal The Ferrari idled by the pier, its engine ticking like a bomb cooling off. Waves slapped against rotting wood, and Miami glowed across the water like a cheap promise. Quigley leaned against the hood, cigarette dangling, staring into the trunk at the mocking pile of construction bricks. McFinleyyy swayed beside him, whiskey bottle in one hand, disbelief in the other. “We just outran half the Miami PD for this?” McFinleyyy grumbled. Quigley flicked ash onto the pier. “Some men chase glory. We chase bricks.” The blondes lingered a few feet away, heels clicking on the planks. Their perfume cut through the salt air, cloying, insincere. One of them finally broke the silence. “The Cuban will be… disappointed.” Quigley shot her a look sharp enough to cut glass. “Disappointed? Darling, if he planned this, then we’re the bricks. Test run. See if we’d sink or swim.” McFinleyyy swigged his whiskey. “W...