BRIAN
“I can’t believe you bought a damn island, man!” Jamie’s cheerful voice over the hands-free speaker has a slight rasp to it; he’s been smoking cigars behind his wife’s back again. “What are you gonna do with it? Hang out on the beach and work on your tan?”
“Sunburn, Jamie. I’m a blond.” He laughs and I chuckle as I drive my stolen van through a deep rain puddle. Water fans up on either side of my windows and then splashes down behind me. “Damn, this road is a piece of crap.”
“Where the hell are you, anyway? It’s gotta be four in the morning over there!”
“Running errands, man. My house has been shuttered for eight months. Nothing in the fridge.”
My to-do list for tonight: drive out to southeast Las Vegas. Kill an accountant who screwed the boss out of ten million. Buy milk.
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