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silence.
    Back at the Station after lunch, they met with Detective Rodriguez, a pleasant enough guy in his mid to late thirties — average build, average height, average looks. Rodriguez was a helpful guy, but unfortunately, had nothing helpful to add. He seemed to be doing all the right things in all the right order, but Malone felt he was just going through the motions. After an hour of talking, they left the station no further forward, except that Rodriguez had promised to do what he could.
    ‘Fat chance’ Malone muttered as they left the building.

Chapter 6
     
     

     
    ‘ S o tell me again why we have a young boy tied up in the back room?’ Scott said as he paced around the room.
    ‘Like I told you, it all happened so fast. One minute I was shoving the giraffe onto the back seat, the next I’m shoving a boy in there too!’ Vince replied.
    ‘That poses another question, what the hell did you want a four-foot tall giraffe for?’
    ‘Souvenir, of course!’
    ‘Couldn’t you have found something a little smaller?’
    ‘You were there, what else could I have grabbed?’
    ‘Uh… nothing.’
    ‘I rest my case.’
    ‘Not ‘nothing else’, you idiot. I meant you could have not grabbed anything.’
    ‘Then, what souvenir would I have? And you’re calling me stupid?’ Vince sighed.
    Both men were similar in appearance; they were in their late twenties and had short brown hair — although Scott’s had some natural curl. Vince was slightly taller and the more muscular of the two — and he certainly had a shorter fuse.
    Their unregistered cell phone rang and Vince picked it up. He held the phone away from his ear as a torrent of abuse flooded the airwaves. When he heard a small break in the yelling, he returned the phone to his ear.
    ‘Take a breath and calm down will you!’ Vince spoke slowly but deliberately.
    Immediately, Vince pulled away from the phone as the voice on the other end exploded again. He looked over to his partner and shrugged his shoulders as the person on the phone ranted on.
    ‘Who is it?’ Scott asked.
    ‘The idiot guy who wanted his Ferrari torched as a favor,’ Vince said, holding his hand over the mouthpiece.
    Tired of listening to the one-sided conversation Vince butted in: ‘Shut the fuck up and listen to me. Number one — when we took the job on, I told you we were not to have any further contact, which means that you were not to call me again. Number two — what do we care if the cops think that you did it? I assume you have an iron-clad alibi like we discussed! Number three — we did make it look like a pissed off ex taking revenge. And number four — I refer you back to number one — don’t call me again!’ He hung up and went back to bickering with his partner.
    ‘So Einstein, what are we gonna do about the boy, he’s seen our faces and witnessed the burn.’
    ‘How the hell should I know? You were the one that grabbed him.’
    Vince thought for a moment, and then said matter-of-factly, ‘The obvious thing is… he needs to have an accident.’
    Scott looked at him incredulously. ‘You want to kill him?’
    ‘Well, what else do you suggest?’
    ‘I don’t know; but one thing’s for sure, I’m not gonna kill anyone!’
    ‘Way to go with the great solution! This kid could fuck up our entire business, and all you can say is I don’t know ?’
    ‘Well, grabbing him wasn’t the smartest thing to do, was it?’
    ‘Would you rather have a kid who knows what we look like running around free? What’s done is done, I took control of the situation right there and then, and now I’m telling you what we should do next.’
    ‘I think you’re better suited to taking orders not giving them, GI Joe,’ Scott goaded.
    ‘One term, I did one term. And besides, weren’t you the one who said he was happy with all the experience I brought back with me.’
    ‘Yeah, I guess it’s been helpful; but come on, there has to be a better solution than murder,’ Scott