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car..." he didn't finish because Logan punched him.
     
    Perry was blindsided and his head bounced of the passenger door window with a loud thunk.
     
    "That is for being late," Logan said. "You were suppose to be here twenty damn minutes ago."
     
    Perry was rubbing the side of his jaw, looking a little bewildered. "Sorry, I couldn't find this spot. It's getting dark..." Logan punched him again.
     
    "Ah!" Perry cried out. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry."
     
    Logan was now making a visible effort to restrain himself. Go figure he'd get a dumb ass Hang Around assigned to do this one little task, and screw it up.
     
    "You should have been here an hour earlier, then," Logan said. "Two hours, even. I don't give a damn if you had to sit in a dumpster and wait for me all day long. When you are given a task, you do it. And you make sure you're prepared. And you sure as hell don't come up on me like that in the dark. I almost capped you!" Logan shook his head in disappointment.
     
    Perry was nodding his head. Logan swore he heard a faint rattling from within.
     
    "You got it?" Logan finally asked.
     
    Perry nodded more vigorously. "Yeah, I got it. I understand. Come early. Be prepared."
     
    Logan shut his eyes as his anger started to flare again. "I meant do you got it? The damned phone?"
     
    Perry gaped at Logan like a landed fish. "Oh, yeah. You bet." He hastily reached into his leather jacket as Logan continued to give him the evil eye. He pulled out a cell phone, brand new.
     
    Logan yanked it away from him and checked the phone's screen.
     
    "I charged it already. No worries there. It's got that new number and all..." Perry stopped talking when Logan glared at him.
     
    "Now what do you do?" Logan asked.
     
    Perry tried not to look like he was thinking this over to hard. He obviously knew. He nodded once, and got out of the car, this time he didn't slam the door. He walked away quickly and vanished down the same alley he appeared from.
     
    "At least you're smart enough to have figured that out," Logan said. If this was the sort of idiot the Macabre Jesters were now cultivating for future membership, things were going to get bad.
     
    Something had to be done.
     
    Just then the cell phone Perry had given him rang. 8:25 on the dot, he thought, and answered it.
     
    "This phone smells like ass," came a gruff voice. Logan knew it very well. It was Jonah.
     
    Logan laughed. "Probably because it's been up some Hang Around's butt all week."
     
    "Don't remind me," Jonah said. "Hey, and congratulations, man."
     
    Even though they would avoid specifics over the burner phones Logan knew Jonah was talking about his full member status. "Thanks to you, yeah."
     
    "Nah, it was all you. This sort of thing just doesn't happen to idiots. Only smart idiots. And you're the smartest one I know."
     
    "Thanks, but tell me something."
     
    "What?"
     
    "What kind of idiot punches out a cop in a crowded shopping mall in front of all those security cameras?"
     
    Jonah laughed, "A dumb one. I admit it. But the twit was begging for it, I tell yeah."
     
    Jonah had been shopping for new school clothes with his two daughters when a plain clothes detective started giving him grief at the store check out. Logan knew Jonah had a ferocious temper and lost his cool. No self respecting biker takes insults from anyone. Especially from the police. So Jonah decked the detective. Things would have gotten worse if it wasn't for the fact that Jonah's daughters were right there. Jonah would have beaten the other man to death. He'd done it before.
     
    "Speaking of twits," Jonah continued, "How's the big M?" Milo.
     
    "At arms length. Just this one thing and I'm on to my own thing."
     
    "Yeah, well I appreciate that. M wasn't always a complete screw up. But sometimes being one of the upper class makes some guys go all Scarface, ya know?"
     
    Milo was definitely having delusions of grandeur, far beyond his ability to make happen. Getting Ryder patched, or even