A Prayer for the Dying
Wilmington, Delaware
I was a bundle of nerves all day. Not fear, at least not fear of dying, but fear of leaving Angie and Rosa and our new baby to fend for themselves. The day was unproductive as hell, most of my time spent planning for what would happen that night. Jack called and filled me in on the details, and to confirm that we had a deal for two keys. We promised the Mexicans a lot more business if this worked out. I finished up the last estimate and left, stopping by to pick up the money from Doggs. He had checked the locker and verified that the coke was there, but left it where it was.
As I drove down Union Street, I thought about what I was doing. I was in a no-win situation. If I went through with this, I’d be breaking my promise to Angie, and to God.
