Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Hey, Billy, can you meet for lunch? - C
Sure, when? -Billy
Thirty min. I got to drop something at the club. I can pick you up if you’re there, or I can meet you somewhere. -C
I'll be at the club, come in and get me. -Billy
See ya in thirty. -C
Before going to Dingo’s, I remember the dogs and how hungry they looked. I head to the grocery store and buy the biggest bag of dry puppy food I can find. On my way out of the store I scan the parking lot. There it is, the red Grand Prix.
“Fuck me, they found me.” I sigh. It’s sitting behind an ATM machine drive-up in the parking lot of the grocery store. Getting in the van, one of the phones rings in my purse. I open my it and see it is the cancer patients’ phone. The incoming number says cookies and I know this is Dingo's aunt, Sadie Rodriquez.
“Hello,” I answer
“Hey.” The voice is male, and not Sadie Rodriquez. Though, it sounds familiar, but I can't quite place it
“Who is this?”
“This is Dingo.”
“I didn't forget you, I have your stuff, you will be getting it today,” I confirm.
“Good, but that is not why I’m calling.”
“Oh? Well, then why are you calling?”
“My boss wants to meet and talk to you.”
Oh shit, Linc said he worked for a big kingpin named Roscoe. I hope it’s not him. I mean, why would he want to talk to me anyway?
“Who’s your boss?” I ask
“Roscoe Martin.” I tense.
Shit.
“Um, I’m really busy today. When was he wanting to do this?” I ask, trying to keep calm.
“Ha Ha!” He chuckles into the phone, the tone sounding ill and malevolent. “You don't get to say when you’re meeting Roscoe. He wants to meet you in one hour. Be at the old tire factory on Bentley.”
“What if I can’t make it in an hour, like I said, I'm busy.”
“I would suggest you make it on time, if you like that pretty little face of yours,” he threatens.
“Well, if you put it like that. I guess I will be there.”
“Good, don't be late.”
“Hey, wait a second, can I ask you something?”
“What?”
“Do you or your boss have someone following me?”
“No, we already know where to find you if we want you.”
“Huh, okay then.”
“One hour, C,” he says and hangs up.
Shit, I need to cancel lunch with Billy. Getting out my phone I text him.
Hey, Billy, something came up. I can't do lunch. I will get a hold of you later and reschedule. -C
Everything ok? -Billy
Yep, just work stuff. -C
It’s not a total lie.
Ok, no problem. -Billy
“Fuck, this is bad, why does this guy want to talk to me? I better call Linc, but first I'm going to find out who these fuckers in this car are. I drive to the flower shop and grab the gym bag and dog food from the van and throw them in my truck. I head into the shop and tell Ben and Parker I am meeting Linc for lunch and I’ll be back in a bit. They are thrilled at that.
Heading to my truck, I see the car parked across the street at the diner. God, whoever this is really sucks at spying. I get in my truck and look through the rearview mirror at the car, trying to see if I can see any of their faces better. Holy shit, that lying motherfucker. One of them is coming out of the diner carrying three drink cups and he has on a damn vest. Oh no, I'm sorry... I mean cut. From the fucking Rush Riders. I can't believe he is having me followed. He promised to stay out of my business if I told him everything, which I did.
I head toward the docks. This will be a good area to do this. There is an area that has nothing but shipping containers stored there. The containers are stacked two high in four-by-four blocks with narrow gravel roads that are only wide enough for one vehicle to travel at a time. The roads run parallel and horizontal around each block of containers like a tic-tac-toe board, you can only enter and exit through the parallel lanes off the main road. Once you have reached the first row, you have to back out ’cause a fence surrounds the other three sides. If I can make this work out right. I can end this now. I hurry to the docks and find the shipping container lot. After I know they are behind me, I turn onto the gravel road in between the last two lanes of tall containers, making sure they can see which road I took. I head back to where the second row of containers ends and back in quickly on the horizontal road on the side of the containers, hidden from view. Thirty seconds pass and I see them drive by. I hurry and floor the truck, driving into the intersection behind them. Cornering them between the first two blocks of containers and the fence. I slide the gun in my back waistband and get out and saunter up to their car.