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For perhaps the dozenth time that night, Ryan Keating, known to his partners-in-crime as Jim, checked his phone – there was no message from Crash, and no missed call either, leaving him to wonder what had happened. It was almost one a.m. and he should have heard from his partner. He couldn’t imagine what might have gone wrong, the plan was simple to follow, and that should have helped to ensure there were no problems, but the lack of communication from Crash had him worried. He didn’t worry too much, however, since he was sure he would have heard from his father if anything bad had happened.
He threw back the last of his tequila, slammed the glass down on the table, unlocked his phone, and was scrolling through the phone book in search of Crash’s number when good sense stopped him. Wi
