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Rick Bravia stretched his legs and yawned.
“Keep your eyes on the house Rick.” Michael’s voice sounded like a command. “Now is not the time to catch up on your beauty sleep.”
“What time is Casey coming back?” Rick answered drowsy.
Michael checked his watch. “He should have been here half an hour ago.”
“Just great,” Rick mumbled weary.
Michael punched his fist friendly but firm against Rick’s shoulder. “Stay tuned Ricky!”
“Jesus, what’s the matter with you guys? Why do you keep hitting me?”
Suddenly the door of the car was opened. “Cause you should stay focused dickhead,” said Casey Deyoung. He sat down and placed a box with French fries, coffee and a bucket of fried chicken in between them. “Any news?”
“Nothing happened,” said Rick yawning again.
Another fist punched his upper
