“Oh come on. We’ve been doing this for years!”
“They know and they’re coming for us. I am sure of it. He asked me like three times where you lived. I told him I didn’t know. I’m sure he didn’t believe me. Bean could’ve told him though. He drove you home once. Remember? Anyway, I’m not taking a chance. I’m not gonna be greedy. You’re right; I can’t risk my kid’s welfare.”
“Even if they knew, why should they care if I make a few extra bucks selling at parties?”
“These people wouldn’t see it that way. Making money with this stuff? It’s their business. They can’t allow anyone to do things like we’re doing without their permission – and without paying them their cut. I don’t know how I let you talk me into this shit. They kill over things less important to them than money.”
“Oh come on.”
“Seriously. I went to school with a kid; we were friends in the fourth grade. I was over his house a couple of times. They seem so dumb, so innocuous. But they’re really really dangerous. This kid’s dad was one of them. He was indicted. It was in the papers. I read about him in the Progress. About the wiretaps. And all the bodies buried in the Jersey swamps. Or rather – parts of bodies. I’ll never forget, one of the guys he killed, they found out, he was just a neighbor who yelled at my friend’s little brother. The guy had three kids and they killed him over nothing.”
“Didn’t you go to Catholic School?”
“Yeah, so?”
“So these people send their kids to Catholic School?”
“Listen, Charlene, this is no joke. They may seem stupid, but you don’t want to mess with these people. I saved a bunch of money. We’re going out west after a vacation in Mexico. There’s really nothing to keep me here anyway. Debbie’s mom is out in Nevada. We’re gonna stay with her until we find a place of our own.”
“So that’s what this is all about. You wanted to try and get into my pants before you ran off?”
“You’re still not listening. It’s not like that. And I meant what I said. I really would have, -, I’d still run away with you.”
“Do they think I was in on it?”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. They asked about you. Bean tipped me off. He was scared as hell, and told me to forget I even know him. He said he overheard Frank Jr. talking about you at the club. He told Patty they were going to visit you at your house – to see, and I quote, how you were living.”
“What? You didn’t tell me that.”
“They think you’re dealing to their customers. I’m not waiting to find out if they suspect me too. I’m getting the hell out of dodge.” He started the car, and eased it into motion. They pivoted up and down as each of the four tires fell from the curb back onto the road. At each bump her mind spoke a word: Its. No. Joke. Run.
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