Page 65 of Sweet Pea

Taxi

“Was my message sent?” Wolf sneered.

“Loud and clear,” I said, setting the digital camera on Wolf’s desk. He scrolled through the photos and smiled wide.

“Doozer give you any trouble?”

“Just enough to make the job fun,” I replied.

“And the package?”

“FedEx couldn’t have delivered it better.”

“You were right, Trunk,” Wolf said turning to his V.P., pointing at me. “This man does have ice water in his veins.”

“Any word from Sweet Pea?” Wolf asked Trunk.

“The minute Flash has eyes...or eye on him, he’ll let us know,” he replied.

“I want Sweet Pea.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Wolf reached into the bottom drawer of his desk and produced a bottle and a Spiders’ patch. “Sounds like it’s time to toast our newest Spider.” He poured out shots for the three of us and we raised our glasses. “To Taxi. Who I think, after seeing those photos, should really consider a new career as a butcher.”

“Jesus, that’s some welcome speech. You trying to get rid of me already?”

Wolf smiled before knocking his shot back. “No, sir. In fact, I think you’re gonna turn out to be quite useful.”

“Hold on a second,” Trunk said, placing his hand over his kutte pocket. “It’s the burner,” he said, producing a cell phone and answering.

“Hello? Just now? Okay, meet us at the location. We’re on our way,” he said before hanging up while grinning ear to ear. “Get ready to be really fucking happy, Boss.”

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The garage bay doorslammed shut as soon as the truck pulled inside. Flash stepped out grinning ear to ear.

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