Voices in the dark;
“He’s playing you, lover man.”
“He seems sincere. We talked after – he truly wants to retire.”
“He offered you a small piece of what you are due.”
“But it comes peacefully, without blood.”
“Really? How long before M_ has you killed?”
“B_is part of it. We’d have each other’s backs.”
“Maybe M_kills B_ as well.”
“No. Even he’s not that stupid. B_ cleans our money, takes away all trace linking us to the trade. None of us would be safe from the law without B_.”
“You might be underestimating the depth of M_’s stupidity.”
“He’d need the crew behind him. Half of them back me already and the other half would turn on him before they let him kill B_.”
“Maybe.”
•
Later;
“How do you know B_ isn’t part of D_’s plan to betray you?”
Silence.
•
D_ once more proved he was the lodestone of our world, his personal gravity drawing the entire crew to his trailer park for the bar-b-que. These family gatherings were odd for me, mingling with the men who I pursued larceny with surrounded by their girlfriends, wives, and children. Men who I have stood shoulder-to-shoulder with as we committed murder, tossing Frisbees and footballs or playing in the pool with their kids.
It’s an odd world, filled with light and horror.
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