He has her pick up something for him

Of all the things Paul could have asked for her to do she didn't expect to hear what he then said.

"I need you to go pick up some stuff for me."

"Stuff?" she repeated dully.

"Yeah, stuff. It's this guy out on Terrace Avenue," he said, and gave an address. "He hangs around the park there."

"Uh, okay. You'll give me money to do this?" she asked.

"I'll give you your money after you finish. What I'm giving you now is for him, not you. If you fuck me over and take this money for yourself I'm gonna make you regret it," he growled.

Amanda blanched, seeing a side of him she'd never imagined. "I... okay," she said with a quiver in her voice.

Paul grinned, holding out a fat envelope and a picture. He let her take the envelope but kept a grip on the photo. "Remember his face. Go up to him and tell him you're picking up Jimmy's package."

"But you're Paul..."

"I know I'm Paul, but tell him it's for Jimmy, alright?" he said, exasperated.

"Okay," Amanda nodded, though she sounded puzzled still.

"Remember, don't cross me."

Shivering, Amanda shook her head and headed for the door.