Double Cross

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Sweet.

It was going to be so sweet.

Things started out just fine and everybody was going to be really rich and I mean really. And then the problem.

Usually life’s been like it was in high school ten years ago with me and the guys humping and sweating and doing jobs that work out pretty good and pretty much nobody gets hurt too bad and we score some cash here and get truckloads of something there. But every once and a while something big shows up you don’t expect it and the world opens up. Like you’re in a bar downtown near the Renaissance Center and this blond girl all top heavy and in black stockings and sprayed up comes on to you even when you’re not exactly the tallest guy in the room or the richest and you think it’s a joke but it isn’t and you wake up together the next morning and she hasn’t copped your wallet or anything.

I mean things like that do happen.

So here it is. A month ago Marco who’s Papa’s nephew and me snatched this guy and drove him to a forest preserve outside Detroit. Where Papa was. Marco called this guy Trunk Man because of where we tossed him when he got drove to the preserve and we all laughed at that. Marco is funny. He has a good mind. Quick, I mean.

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