her home. I wonât call the police if thatâs whatâs worrying you,â Matt said.
âI-donât-think-so. Get in the car and keep that dog quiet.â
Matt climbed into the backseat and sat down. âCarjacking and kidnapping are serious offenses. You could go to jail for a very long time,â he said tightly.
âSoâs murder. Now shut up.â
âTell me what you want. This isnât about taking twenty-dollar bills out of my account. It isnât about stealing a Jaguar either. Letâs save us both a lot of trouble. Tell me what you want and let me get the hell out of here.â
âThis is the last time Iâm going to tell you to shut upâ the high-end sneakers man muttered as he steered the car onto Business 61. He made a left turn at the light, drove a half mile on Wilson Road before he hit Highway 555, the Old Pine Ridge Road, then made another right that would take him north to Annaâs Bottom.
It didnât look like he was going to make his cozy evening with Lily after all. Matt felt his insides start to shrivel when he pictured Lily making explanations at the rehearsal dinner. The vision of her waiting for him a second time at the altar made him sick to his stomach. Why hadnât he waited till morning to hit the ATM machine? He could have done it at anytime tomorrow. Oh, no, he had to do it tonight. Now look what happened, you sorry son of a bitch.
Where was the damn cell phone? On the front seat? No, Gracie had been sitting on the passenger side. He would have seen it if it was there. It wasnât in the console either. It must either be on the floor or somewhere on the backseat. Shit, maybe he was sitting on it. Gracie whimpered next to him. He patted her head just as something pricked his arm. At first he thought it was a twitching nerve in his arm, then the world turned black.
âNow what?â
The driver turned to look over his shoulder. âYou tell me. That guy is one of the richest software giants in the country. Yeah, he looks like a bum, but maybe heâs just eccentric. Iâve seen pictures of him plastered all over the place. He always dresses like this.â
âIf heâs that rich and that famous, someone is going to come looking for him. He was right, carjacking and kidnapping are serious business. Why donât we clean out his account and let him go? The most we planned on getting tonight was a few hundred each. You have his PIN number. I wouldnât do well in prison,â the man sitting on Mattâs right side said.
âLook, do you want a few paltry hundred or do you want thousands ? People like him have more than one account. I say we stash him somewhere and clean out as much as we can. Letâs take a vote.â
âOkay.â
âOkay.â
âSo where are we going to stash him?â
âThereâs an abandoned shack at Annaâs Bottom. I know how to get in and out. Iâm banking on this guy having a line of credit. Weâll just tap into it.â
âI read something about him in the Wall Street Journal the other day. I read the headline at the newsstand while I was waiting in line. Damn, I canât remember what it was. Yeah, yeah, heâs getting married on New Yearâs Day. It said something about one of the worldâs richest men was tying the knot and there was no prenup. They made a big deal out of the prenup. The chick lives here in Natchez. I think heâll cooperate.â
âLooks like heâs going to miss his wedding. Weâre probably doing the dumb schmuck a favor. What about the dog?â
âWe dump the dog first chance we get. That gives us two bargaining chips, the girl and the dog, Sneakers said. âHeâll play ball.â
âHow long is that shot going to last him?â
âSix hours, maybe a little more. I have one more on me, and thatâs it.â
âWeâll worry about that later. Iâm going