“Okay, Prez. When and where am I picking up the guns? Same pick-up zone on the dock?”

“Not exactly, there’s a change of destination. You’re going to New York to pick up the goods and bring them back down.

Lifting my eyes, I say, “That’s a two-day ride. Are you kidding me?”

Prez slaps me lightly on my cheek. “What did I tell you? Don’t question my authority. You want to keep this patch or what?”

“Sorry, Prez, you’re right. I’ll get the job done.”

He nods. “Good. Curly will take the van, and Snake and you can ride up.”

“Okay. When do I leave?”

“Tonight. Pick up is at nine o’clock, the night after next. I have the money just gotta exchange it for the cargo.”

“But, Harley…”

“Yeah?”

“Check the guns, yeah? You always gotta check the product before you hand over the money.”

“Prez, what do you think I am?”

“I know, I know… but this is your first deal on your own. I’m relying on this cargo, and we need this to run smoothly.”

“Look, Prez, you can trust me. I’ll bring it home safely.”

“I know you will, son,” he says, placing his arm around me and tapping my shoulder.

I swig of my beer and reply, “Better get my bag packed then. Need to stop for the night.”

“Remember, Harley, you’re just showing the guns, then bringing them back with you. I’ll text you the details of exactly where the pickup is.”

“I got it, Prez,” I reply, touching his shoulder. “You can trust me.”

“I know I can, son. Now go get packed.”

Heading to my room, I get my cell phone out and dial Serena’s number. “I was thinking of you. Just hearing your voice makes me miss you.”

She giggles. “I saw you only a couple of hours ago.”

“I know, but I still miss you.”

“I miss you too,” she replies, her voice low.

“Why are you whispering, baby? Are you hiding who you’re talking to because of your dad?”

Silence.

“Serena? Are you there?”

“Yes, I’m here. You know what my dad’s like.”

“Do I need to have a word with him, Serena?”

“No!” she says, with urgency. “He just needs time.”

“Time?” I repeat. “It’s been two years.”