As I started to drive away I could see the mention of Diamond's name made the truck driver contemplate just writing the whole thing off. I didn't think he wanted to get involved with Bobby Diamond. I didn't either, but I didn't have a choice.
"Where exactly are we going?" Milton asked nervously.
"I have a special delivery to make to the Cherokee Club. Won't take long and then I'll get you someplace safe and try to sort this mess out."
I drove to the club in Long Beach and got ready to confront a very dangerous and unstable man...