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went down in St. Louis, he knew about it. Probably had a hand in it. The credit union job should have been a cakewalk. Instead, it was a clusterfuck. The wrong man was dead not to mention the unfortunate civilian casualty. Mr. Parker needed to cut the loose ends, starting with Telly. But first they had to ask him a few questions and see if he had the money.
    It was Sid’s job to ask him and he was going to ask him hard.
    No Nuts pulled up beside Sid and they talked about what they’d heard on the street. There was no mention of the amount stolen, but the whole city was on alert. The cops were looking for a killer in the stolen bread truck. At least that’s what the news said.
    Telly was an hour late for the meeting when he finally pulled up in the Buick. No Nuts and Sid were surprised to see him at all. Telly parked, got out of the car and walked uneasily toward them.
    No Nuts started in on him. “Where the fuck you been, cocksucker?”
    Johnny was short. He wore a short suit and he always talked fast. He’d never had anyone to boss around and took full advantage of the situation now.
    No Nuts slapped Telly on the top of his head to get his attention. “Where’s the fuckin’ money, ya prick?”
    “Settle down, Johnny.” Sid said calmly.
    No Nuts looked around. He had the tweaker scared, had him right where he wanted him.
    “Fuck this clown, Sid. I been waitin’ out here in these cold weather conditions all fucking day for this guy.”
    “Hey, this is bullshit!” Telly argued. “I fucking got shot at man! Shot at! And I watched my buddy die right in front of me.”
    “Bruiser? It ain’t like he was your pal. Ain’t like you guys pitched horseshoes together or went bowlin’.”
    Telly shook his head and said that wasn’t true at all.
    “You’re glad he’s dead you cocksucker! Now, where’s that goddamn money?” No Nuts hit Telly with a solid uppercut under the ribs and Telly went to the ground.
    “Okay, Johnny calm down, boy.” Sid stuck his arm out the window and tapped on the side of the door by Telly’s head. “C’mon, Telly, jump in.”
    Telly looked up. Sid motioned with his hand. “Get in, Telly. We gotta take a little ride. Talk about this in the car.”
    Telly didn’t want to.
    “C’mon, get in.” It was freezing. Sid put the window up and looked at Telly through the glass.
    Telly knew he didn’t have a choice. His best chance of not getting shot in the head was just to play along. They couldn’t kill him, at least not until they knew if he had the money. By then he’d think of something.
    No Nuts opened the back door and grabbed Telly by the arm. He pulled him off balance and patted him down. Checked him for weapons then shoved him headfirst into the back seat.
    Sid laughed. Johnny was a big shot. Just the slightest hint of power went straight to his head.
    He dropped into the passenger side and Sid turned the radio up. 80’s music on satellite radio and No Nuts couldn’t stand it.
    The breeze pushed the smell of Montgomery’s sizzling meat through the car and No Nuts said, “I gotta eat somethin’ Sid.”
    Sid turned the radio down with the steering wheel control. “I thought you ate, Johnny? I told you to hit the Burger House.”
    Johnny said he hadn’t eaten. “The fucking line went around the block, Sid. Sides, I don’t wanna burger. I’m tired of burgers. We eat burgers every day.”
    “I like burgers, Johnny.”
    “I like ‘em too, Sid. But not every fucking day.”
    Sid shrugged. He asked No Nuts what he wanted.
    “There’s a great Mexican buffet down the road. I could use a chalupa.”
    Mexican sounded good to Sid but they had this piece of business first. The kind of business handled best on an empty stomach.
    “I’m dyin’ over here.”
    “Later, Johnny,” Sid reminded him.
    “I could eat too,” Telly piped up from the back.
    No Nuts turned around and stuck his finger in Telly’s face. “You shut the fuck up asshole! Nobody asked you.”
    Sid