Six weeks later…
Cracker’s POV
I pulled my beat-down pickup into the parking lot, and a sense of Deja-Vu came over me as I watched the sign over the familiar metal shop. I was back in the parking lot. This time for an entirely different reason than before. Sure, six weeks had passed, but that didn’t mean that the sting of their betrayal still didn’t feel fresh in my heart.
And I already felt it the day after…
A bill for one grand total for the usage of their equipment was dropped at my doorstep. Despite them promising that the prize would be only half that! I’d called Knives, who did the accounting for the shop, to correct the mistake but was told that if the total amount wasn’t paid by the end of the week, they would “hand it over to the proper authorities”.
I understood the threat i
