Page 11 of Gold Rush
“Five bricks of heroin. Fuck, Dean!”
“When I still turned him down, he said he’d try again another time. He had one of his guys take me back. Instead, they dosed me and dropped me where they did. Please, Goldie, I will leave it here. Anything!”
Goldie heard him, but his mind went back to the stacks of cash. “How much money do you think he’s got?”
Dean’s head cocked a little. “I don’t know. The thing was like two feet tall, all wrapped in plastic. I didn’t really look, but they were hundred-dollar bills, at least the ones on top were.”
“Get the fucking heroin, get your shit and come on. I swear if you lie about one more thing, I’ll leave you for dead.”
When he got back to the pub, he dragged Dean downstairs after telling Mims to call a meeting. “What am I missing?”
“I’ll fill you in later. Call Sonny and have him come by, if it’s safe.”
Dean looked around the secret room and his jaw dropped. “What the hell is this?”
“It’s secret, and if you tell anyone, I’ll kill you. Do you get that?”
“So, I’m not the only one who has secrets.”
“Shut up before I break your face,” he said, still seething.
Dean sat in one of the chairs, dejected, and soon, the room filled with the people from the pub. They all stared at Dean as they walked in, and Goldie was sure they were wondering why he was there, in the room they didn’t show anyone until they were sure of them.
Murphy’s face wasn’t confused. He was furious. “Goldie, there better be a damn good reason for this.”
“There is. I know what our next job is, and we can do it pretty fast.”
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“Gettoit,Goldie,”Murphy said. “What job?”
“Dean has some…information for us. He was taken to that pimp’s place and in it, there was a ton of money and drugs.”
“We don’t sell drugs,” Cosmo said. “We’d be no better than the BBC.”
“We wouldn’t sell them. I thought you could talk to your man about what to do with the drugs. Turn them in, whatever. It’s the money we’re after, and also, to emancipate some hookers. This pimp keeps them drugged up to keep them docile.”
There was general murmuring from the others. Ever since their run-ins with the BBC and their human trafficking, the group loathed anyone who used other humans that way.
“Fuck that guy,” Hippy said. “How much money are we talking?”
Dean finally spoke. “He’s got a huge stable of hookers. Men, women, trans, you name it. Every night, I figure he’s bringing in anywhere from ten to twenty grand.”
Haze whistled. “Damn.”
“Yeah, and he wraps it in plastic for some reason.”
Cosmo said, “Likely he launders it, and when they take it, they take it all at once like that.”
“Well, I doubt they take it daily,” Goldie said. “Dean can show me where, and I’ll watch the place for a couple weeks. When I see the patterns, see if they’re transporting something big, then we’ll know approximately when and where they’re taking the money. We go in the night before, when it’s wrapped up tight for us.”
“What about the pimp and his people? I’d bet he has a few goons watching out for his interests,” Murphy said.
“Distraction,” Abs said. “We can get some kind of distraction going, something that will get the goons and the pimp out of there long enough that we get the money, then we call the cops, so the hookers are taken from them. All of them.”
Goldie smiled over at the friend he thought would have a problem with it. Abs was looking out for him, therefore, not taking kindly to Dean. For him to have Goldie’s back on the heist meant a lot to him.
“These people will be armed. They’ll be watching that money,” Murphy warned. “Sure, it’s a good hit. Someone that doesn’t deserve that kind of cash, someone that hurts other people. But we don’t go after other criminals like this for a reason. We’re already targeted by a cartel of cops. We don’t need the criminals against us too.”
