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“Tony, give me a hand.”
I pull out the first stick and my
lighter. I hand him the lighter.
“Fire the b***h up. Then take
cover.”
The rain and hail pelt our heads.
“Take cover where exactly? You’ll
blow us both to Kingdom Come.”
“That woman is about to die. Then we’re
next. And Kingdom f*****g Come is already here ‘case you hadn’t noticed.
Blowing the lock on the cage is our only option.”
“Jesus H, does everything have to
be so freakin’ hard?” he says. “But I will say this, Baker. I forgot how much
fun it was hanging out with you.”
I hold the stick of dynamite
steady, careful to keep it hidden by my bush jacket. In the wind and the rain,
Tony requires both hands to light it up. One to work the lighter and the other
cupped hand to shield the flame. The fuse ignites. I ta
