82 A penny or two

Lynol grabbed Foster's arm, stopping him from just rushing out of the shop without thinking, "What are you saying? And most importantly, what are you thinking? You can't just go and mess with those sorts of people."

"'Those sorts of people' are my people, Lynol. Criminals, scum, dealers, extorters. But what they're doing here? That's the lowest of the low, trust me. People that go and mess up an old man's place like this do much, much worse than what I would've ever stooped to. And that's why I need to... deal with that." Foster explained immediately, and Lynol locked eyes with him, "Are you sure you want to do this?"