“Yeah… you wouldn’t miss all that gold on him… I want him; in my estate the next Sunday morning at 8.00 o’clock sharp… nobody else just you and him; I want you personally do the job not your men… do you understand?”

“Yeah… what do you want to do with him?” he asked.

“Well… he owes my family; don’t worry about the details… but he’s been too busy to remember that now… so I’m going to teach him a little lesson… Jenny will give you his details tomorrow morning; I don’t care how you going to get him or how you going to treat him… but I want him still breathing and still understanding my words…. ” I said and it made him laugh.

“I like you Shane…” His hand reached across the table for the key and I snapped it away from him first.

“This is mine… for now…” I said.

“Okay… Well; All I can give you at the moment are thirty of my best men…. they will be at your estate at 10 o’clock tomorrow morning…” He said. “So; where are they?” He asked.

Jenny chucked the keys in the air to him and he caught it in the air. “1897, Roadhouse Burn… San Francisco…” She said; I smiled at her… all the way in San Francisco.

“San Francisco?!” He asked; the keys tightly in his hand.

“San Francisco…” Jenny said and gave him her wicked grin.

He couldn’t do anything but let out a heavy sigh. He looked back at me and stood up; I stood up after him and I extend his hand to him. “If you want to go into The Ritz Escobar… you need some help with the uhh… well; your clothes. Jenny will help you with that…” He looked down at his worn wife beater and baggy jeans. Jenny looked at me and rolled her eyes.

“By the way… you see that girl up there? The Dj…” I asked him. He turned around and faced me again after had a good look at Carmen.

“Yeah…” He said with a big smile.