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    “Where is that fat bastard?”
    He was getting agitated.
    “Probably a few minutes back,” I said. “We were haulin’ ass. He had to stick to the speed limit, remember?”
    “Yeah I remember. No shit.”
    I couldn’t wait for this to be over. They were giving each of us a small cut of the take. It wouldn’t be enough to settle our rent situation, but it might be enough to get Addy to talk to me again. I was more than a little ashamed I hadn’t been back to the apartment since Roughneck told her how things were.
    Dirty fiddled with the loose strings on his side satchel.
    “You ready for this?” he asked. “We better not get in there and find out you can’t keep your cool.”
    “You don’t have to worry about me.”
    “When my old man said to bring you along for this thing I thought he was losing his damn mind. You ain’t been around long enough to get in on this. I told him from the start it wasn’t a good idea. Just don’t prove me right.”
    “I told you… I’m cool. You don’t have to worry about me.”
    “Yeah,” he said, looking away.
    Just then Gopher pulled up in the van. He gave the horn a quick beep and waved.
    Smart. Draw as much attention as you can to the rough-looking bikers and their suspicious white van full of cocaine.
    Dirty muttered something under his breath. I think it was “dummy.”
    Gopher joined us at the front of the bikes.
    “One more time boys. Let’s go over this,” said Dirty, nervously.
    “Gopher, I want you to park down the street from the spot. Make sure you don’t creep forward too much. If they got anyone watching, I want to make sure they don’t know where we have the shit hidden.”
    “What is the place, anyway?”
    “It’s a little diner. Good location because it’s on a corner. Not much else out there, either.”
    “Won’t there be people?” I asked.
    “Yeah, but that’s no problem. We want a few civilians walking around. It’s a good way to keep things calm. It’ll make everyone wanna do the deed, then get out of there quick.”
    “And you,” he said, pointing to me. “You keep your ass in lock step with me. Eyes open. If anybody tries anything, you show ‘em that pistol. That’ll make ‘em think twice.”
    Gopher raised his hand.
    “What? This isn’t second grade. If you’ve got something to say, then say it.”
    “Yeah. I was just thinkin’ that maybe Ace should take the van, and I’ll carry the gun. I was in the army.”
    “No! We’re not changing anything up. Ace carries the piece; you drive the van. That’s it. That’s the plan.”
    “Yeah,” I chimed in. “If you think I’m letting your big ass ride my bike, you’re crazy.”
    Gopher looked away, defeated.
    “Shut up. Both of you. Now let’s roll.”
    Dirty led the way. The diner was a relic to the past. It looked like something straight out of the seventies. The lot was big and dusty. Highway stretched out on either side of it. Parked by itself, on the far side, was a blue pickup with tinted windows.
    The other crew stuck out like a sore thumb. Parked away from any other vehicles, four adult males, all wearing sunglasses sitting in the hot ass sun? Yeah, if I was a cop I would know something was up.
    Dirty was going to be pissed. Not only did they beat us here, but they had no sense of caution whatsoever.
    I looked behind me, half-expecting Gopher to have forgotten the instructions. I was pleasantly surprised to find that wasn’t the case. He had stopped where he was told to.
    Dirty took in the scene, then shot me a look of disgust. We pulled up in tandem to the front grill of the truck.
    When Dirty jumped off his bike, I was right next to him. My hands started to shake.
    “Fuck it,” he whispered. “These guys want to park right here for the whole world to see? Fine by me.”
    Two guys got out of the front while the other two remained tucked away in the extended portion of the cab.
    “You the man?” yelled the bigger one with the missing front