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Debbie worked hard to get her driver to talk, a young guy who wore sunglasses at night. Great.

"How long've you been with the mob?"

He had to think about it before he said, "What mob you talking about?"

"How about the Detroit mob? Since that's where we are."

"Why you want to know?"

"I'm making conversation." Asshole. "You ever been to prison?"

Now he had to think that one over before saying, "That's my business."

I'll bet you never have."

"I don't plan to."

"I have," Debbie said. "Aggravated assault with a deadly weapon.

I put a guy in the hospital." She waited. "You want to know what I hit him with?"

"What?"

"A Buick Riviera."

"Yeah?"

"He was my ex. I was in Florida visiting my mother and I saw him crossing the street right in front of me. He's over a year behind on child support and had no intention of ever paying up."

"You run over him?"

"He got caught underneath the car and I dragged him about a hundred feet."

"Yeah?"

"I said to the arresting officer, 'But the light was green. I had the right of way.' He shouldn't have been crossing then."

"Not if you had the green, no."

"They bring the guy to the courtroom in his body cast and I was fucked."

"Yeah?"

"I was down three years. Ask me if hitting him was worth it?"

"Was it?"

"No. What's your name?"

"Tommy."

"Don't ever go to prison, Tommy, if you can help it."

There was a silence for a while.

"What's it like being a gangster?"

Joh

The Mutt said, "I been ready."

"There's a car up there. What time is it?"

"I just told you. Ten past."

"We go by, take a look."

Joh

"It's him," the Mutt said.

Joh

"Yeah, he's got some guy driving for him."

"You said he'd be alone."

"I said what he said, meet him here, and he is, he's here, ain't he?

Like he said."

"What about the other guy?"

"Too bad," the Mutt said. "I didn't invite him."

"I don't like it," Joh

The Mutt said, "Pull up behind."



Joh

He could see two guys in there, the driver's head turned, looking back this way in the Cadillac's headlights.

"Cut the lights," the Mutt said.

"I want to see what you're doing," Joh

The Mutt got out and Joh

That would be the twenty-five hundred. Now they were talking again. Now the Mutt was holding something, looking at it. Joh

He took the piece from the Mutt, brought it inside the car and handed it back to him. The Mutt turned with it now, Jesus Christ, aiming it this way in the headlights, then turned again to the car and that's when Joh

"Get in the fuckin car, will you?"

The Mutt got in and Joh

"I never seen him before," the Mutt said, "some fella. He's the first one I done I didn't know." And said, "No, I take that back. I didn't know the Chaldean I did, the fella I told you ran a book? I never knew his name."

"What'd you take the gun for, wasting time like that?"

The Mutt held up a.38 with a short barrel in his right hand. "Mr.

Moraco gimme this snubby saying it's loaded, but they's only five bullets in it. I asked him did he have any more. He says if I needed more'n five shots I was the wrong guy for the job and should give him his money back. I said to him, 'Yeah, but I have to use some of 'em now,' and shot him in the head. Then I had to shoot the other fella and that left only one load, see, for the next job. So I was hoping the driver had a gun on him and he did, this one, a automatic."

"That's a Glock," Joh

"Okay, Randy said get on Seventy-five and take it north to Big Beaver. You know where it's at?"

"Yeah, it's like Sixteen Mile Road. Then what?"

"Take a left on over to Woodward. I got to look at the directions for the rest."

"We're going out to Bloomfield Hills?"

"Yeah, he's staying out there with his brother."

Joh

"Terry Du

The Mutt, still down there, said, "Yeah, the priest. Turn the light on."

"You can't do Terry, he's a friend of mine."

The Mutt came up holding one of the guns, the snubby, saying,

"Hey, I can't help it, I got paid to do him."

"He's my friend, Mutt," Joh

The Mutt said, "You driving me or not?"

"You can't do this one, Mutt. Pass on it he's leaving anyway, going back to Africa."

"You driving me or not?"

"No, I'm not driving you-you crazy?"

"Then gimme my money back."

"Well, shit, I drove you this far."

The Mutt put the gun on him. "Gimme my money back."

Joh

The Mutt took it still pointing the gun at him, Joh

The Mutt reached down between his legs, head bent, and Joh