So after meeting KateLogan at the bakery, and collecting a debt for her, I was offered a position with the Paragons. Over the course of the week there after things were going well, I opened a Hotel that was funded by Ms. Logan, business was thriving and profits were rolling in. However one thing still bothered me, thought about it for days. Henry White!, The collection was successful but sloppy... ending with one guy in a body bag who I found out to be a man named Dale Flynn. Police discovered him 2 days after the collection, White was still alive and nowhere to be found. Now at first I thought he took my advice and left Detroit, however he had different plans... found that out the hard way.

6:51pm, Downtown Detroit

It was just another collection, no issues... guy coughed up the cash no problem. I made my way out the back door of the garage he owned, while approaching my car a strong push from behind sends me flying into the driver side door. I turn just in time to see its Mr. White rushing me with a knife. He jumps on me and tries stabbing me, I grab the arm the knife was in, we tussle for a few seconds... as this is going on I see he is yelling, I could hear what he was saying but my adrenaline was flowing so it sounded low tone. He said to me, "fucking bastard! You think your going to threaten me and get away with it?... you kill a friend of mine and then steal from me!".

At this point he begins pushing down his knife towards my chest, putting a substantial amount of force behind it. Finally after a long tussle I manage to send the knife flying about 10 feet across the parking lot, as I wiggle free I give Henry a swift kick to the face while I was still on the ground. He immediately dives back on top of me, but luckily I had just enough time to reach for my pistol. I begin to raise the gun to the side of his head, both my hand and his were on the gun, making it a power struggle. He yells one final time. "NO ONE FUCKING STEALS FROM ME YOU PRICK!".

As he starts to lose strength, the pistol draws closer and closer to his temple, as I yell out "WASN'T FUCKING STEALING!". A shot goes off, sending a bullet through the side of Mr. White's temple. As the shot rang out in the parking lot, screams were heard in the distance. As Mr. White slumps over, I wipe the blood from my forehead that splattered on me from the shot. I then finish my sentence while laying on the pavement for a moment. "Wasn't stealing Henry, it was a collection."

After taking a breather from the power struggle I got my ass out of the area as soon as possible. I didn't want to be there when the cops showed up.