THUGLIT Issue Nineteen by Miner Mike & Pluck Thomas & LaPlant Don & Pruitt Eryk & Dolson Nikki & Patterson Brandon & Howe Adam & Dave Jaggers

Author:Miner, Mike & Pluck, Thomas & LaPlant, Don & Pruitt, Eryk & Dolson, Nikki & Patterson, Brandon & Howe, Adam & Dave Jaggers [Miner, Mike]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Thuglit Publishing
Published: 2015-08-30T16:00:00+00:00

Lynn took back roads toward the service center. Sirens began to wail in the distance. Two idiots racing through traffic in a Lamborghini with an AK47 out the window tended to attract the attention of law enforcement. So did two handcuffed maniacs driving a banged-up Corvette, so they took their time, and parked behind a Dumpster in a big box store lot behind Privrat's Auto Center.

"The meat grinder might be better than this," Jay said.

"What's that mean?" Lynn wrinkled her nose.

"Just how the fellas around the shop talk," Jay said. "They say fooling with you would be as dangerous as sticking it in a meat grinder, but it might be worth it."

"I suppose my opinion doesn't cross your minds," Lynn said. "Well? What's your take so far?"

"Let's get out of this alive, and I'll let you know." Jay passed the grenade from hand to hand. "If I knew where my damn Challenger was, I could probably pick these cuffs with a micro screwdriver from my toolbox."

"I think there's a tire iron in the trunk."

"That's great if you wanna break your wrist and wiggle it out."

"No thanks."

"So where's the cash?"

"In the safe."

"Well that's no good. My lock skills are purely handcuffs and automotive."

"Mine aren't," Lynn grinned.

Jay cocked his head. "I gathered you were more than a pretty face from the driving. But that's a surprise."

"Well, I'm not Privrat's arm candy because I'm into back hair and halitosis," Lynn said. "Are you his pet grease monkey because you love slave wages, or because he knows you're wanted?"

"He told you? Guessing he told just about everybody. What's your story?"

Lynn rubbed her cuffed wrist. "Me and an associate were caught playing a short con on one of Andrej's stupid nephews who didn't know my eyes were up here."

"Where's your associate?"

Lynn squinted at the engine bays across the lot. "In one of Privrat's junkyards somewhere."

Jay nodded, then stared into her hair. The blonde was layered, like amber painted over gold.

"Now that's creepy. I'd almost rather you stare at my chest."

"I was checking for a bobby pin to remove the cuffs, or maybe pin this grenade. Andrej's sure to have a piece, and he'll know we're coming."

"What were you in for?"

"Killing someone who needed killing," Jay said.

"Another bad-tempered young buck with poor impulse control," Lynn shook her head.

"It wasn't like that," Jay said. "Well, maybe a little."

"Just let me do the talking," Lynn said. "Maybe there's another way out of this."

Jay held up his cuff. "We need a way out of this, first. Ease on over there, hug the left side of the lot, where the security cameras can't see. I think I know where he stashed my ride."

"Wouldn't it be sneakier on foot?"

"If he sees us, we're dead ducks. At least in this wreck we can try for a getaway."

Lynn wrinkled her brow as she surveyed the damage to her car, then rolled from behind the Dumpster and alongside the fence.

"So how much cash we talking?"

"He banks it on Saturday, so five days' receipts, without the weekend take.