California Fire And Life

"I DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT NO FUCKING FURNITURE!"

Teddy isn't lying. Teddy is too scared to be lying.

"Give me something, Teddy," Jack says. "Something I can use."

Teddy's thinking it over. Jack can see that Teddy's weighing relative fears. His fear of Nicky Vale against his fear of burning alive. Jack knows he's going to win because the flame is immediate and the other is still abstract and Teddy doesn't have a good grasp of the abstract.

"Westview," Teddy says.

"What?"

"What I got to give you," Teddy says. "I just hear Kazzy talking about something called Westview. Something he's got going on with Nicky Vale."

Jack pushes the button and the garage door opens.

Teddy's boys are standing there with guns pointed. Three shotguns, two pistols, and a Glock.

"Good idea," Jack says. "Let's have a blazing gun battle. Barbecue Teddy Cool."

"Put 'em down! Put 'em down! Put 'em down!" Teddy screams.

Jack walks through them to his car. Gets inside, opens the window and says, "He sang like a little girl. What can I say, guys? He's still my bish."

Starts the car and drives away.

Wondering, what the hell is Westview?