Page 14 of Queenpin
I don’t look back behind me. I don’t want to know what’s going on. The least I know the better. I’m already a fucking accessory to the murder that just took place.
Brad sits next to me and he’s pretty quiet as well. The two people in the back are quiet and don’t say anything, I’m thinking because they just committed a murder.
The sirens get quieter and quieter as I drive us away from that area we were just in. I want to look behind me and see if Raul knew who I am, but I don’t.
By the time I’ve parked my car and the two in the back get out, I’m feeling all sorts of fucked up.
That was until a bag of money was dropped in the backseat and Raul saying: “You did good. Take the phone in the bag and we’ll call you when we need you. Don’t say a fucking word about this or I’ll kill you. Now, get out of the fucking car.”
He doesn’t say anything else as he slams the back door and walks away from the car.
Brad grabs the bag from the back, and we walk over to Brad’s car which is still sitting in the old parking lot of K-Mart. I’m just as surprised as he is that no one messed with the car while we were gone. Quickly, I put it back in “drive” and get the fuck out of here.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, Mason. Quit being a pussy!” Brad yells and reaches behind the seats to grab the bag of money to begin counting.
“You’re going to count it out in the open like this?” I bark looking around Detroit.
We are not in the nice side of Detroit. There are prostitutes and pimps running around outside waiting to get a sale. If any of them were to see the amount of money being counted, they would rob us right here.
Brad chuckles. “Why am I even friends with you?”
“Because I’m the only one who puts up with your bull shit?” I retort.
“Yeah. I’m full of bull shit. I’m full of bull shit with twenty grand in a bag just for driving.”
