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can be completed.”
    “Look, I have to verify you’re good for
this amount. I mean it’s irregular.”
    “No you don’t because while you’re
changing the ownership I’ll go and get a Bank Draft. It’s like cash
buddy. Then give me back the cheques.”
    “You’ve done this before?”
    “Yah, so finish with Sandy. I’ll get
the draft.”
    Harry returned from the bank and an
hour later the plates were being screwed onto the sedan. They had
two service boys wiping it down and vacuuming the interior. Sandy
had a week to inform her insurance broker she’d upgraded her car.
He’d be one happy camper bringing in four times the premiums on the
new one as opposed to her old. Harry had already volunteered to pay
the first year’s premiums.
    “We’ll call this an early birthday
present, okay?”
    She kissed him on the mouth.
    “Not so early. It’s in a
month.”
    “So how old will you be
then?”
    “Do the math. I was Jarrod’s age,
remember?”
    “That means you’ll be…”
    She held her hand over his
mouth.
    “Never say a ladies’ age in
public.”
     
    Harry drove to Tony Moore’s house in
Tottenham, a half hour east on Highway 9, then five minutes north
on Tottenham Road. He’d inherited his parents house outside of
town, an old wood siding house in disrepair. At least that’s where
he lived three years ago. Sandy did exactly as she was told and
followed at a distance almost out of sight, armed to the teeth with
hair spray and a Swiss army knife.
    There was only one car in the lane and
he wondered if it belonged to Karma or Tony. As he drove by he
noticed the rusty fenders on the old sedan and knew Karma would
never drive a car like that. She was a whore but a classy one.
Harry scouted the area while Sandy hung back.
    He found a grassy lane and parked his
Cuda then slipped under and grabbed his weapon from the metal case.
He snuck along the woods to an empty field one hundred yards from
the house. He stuck his Beretta in his pants and pushed his jacket
over it. He crossed the open space as though on a nature walk,
eyeing the house for signs of movement.
    Harry walked around the back of the
house and peeked through a break in the curtains then repeated it
at every window. Tony was dead to the world on the living room
sofa. The back door was locked but a key was in the old hiding
place near the eves. He searched the house finding no one inside
then stood over the sleeping Tony.
    Harry pulled his weapon then tapped
Tony across the cheek. He woke, stoned, and through squinting eyes
stared at the gun.
    “Hey bro, how’s it going?”
    Bang. Harry fired a shot through Tony
Moore’s knee.
    “You fucking bastard!”
    Tony rolled off the couch onto the
carpet.
    “I did that to get your attention. Now
tell me what’s going on or I’ll take out the other one.”
    Tony rolled over in pain groaning but
aware.
    “I don’t know a fucking thing. You got
to believe me. I was told you had to be eliminated, that’s all.
Sorry buddy but old Joe’s holding all the aces. I follow his orders
or I’m a dead man.”
    Harry knew Moore didn’t have the
resolve to stand against anyone or anything including the Beretta
in his hand. He’d talk if he had anything to say. He was weak
before he started using but even weaker now. Karma would be the
driving force that kept Tony out of the gutter. He almost felt
sorry for his old friend and would have, had Tony not been so
adamant in killing him the night before.
    “We’re even for the swim you made me
take, old buddy. Stay out of my way. If you don’t I will kill you
Tony.”
    Harry left the house knowing he was no
closer to solving the mystery surrounding his brother’s death.
Sandy was waiting at the end of the lane in case he needed to make
a quick getaway. She was a natural at this backup business. Harry
wanted to wait for Karma but then he decided there would be nothing
to gain. If she did tell him anything he would only put the
emphasis on her and that could mean a