The Getaway List by Frank Zafiro

Author:Frank Zafiro
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Down & Out Books

23

BRICKS

A couple of the Crawford boys flanked me as we crossed the inner compound toward a shed about forty yards away. One of them gave my shoulder a shove and I shot him a venomous glare.

“What?” he snapped, and lifted his rifle. “You got something to say?”

I knew now was not the time, but I also wanted to make sure I remembered him for when it was time. “Yeah. You know the Rangers?”

He squinted, confused. “Forest rangers?”

“No. The New York Rangers. The hockey team.”

“Oh. No. Er, I guess. So what?”

“Just something I learned from watching the games with my pop.”

“What’d that be?”

“How to take a guy’s number.”

His confused look didn’t change. Then again, maybe that was its normal resting state. “Take a guy’s—”

“Shut up, Lucky,” Marv said. After Budd had said his name, I remembered where I’d seen him before, arguing with the Chief while Shelly narrated.

My eyebrows shot up at his words. “Lucky? Your name is…Lucky?”

“Yeah. So?”

“What, were you the seventh son or something?”

“Yeah. So?”

I slowed my pace, surprised. My comment had been intended solely as a smart ass dig. “Really?”

“Yeah, that’s my name. So what?”

“And it’s really Lucky? Not a nickname for Luke or something.”

He scowled. “You got a problem with my name, bitch?”

“Not at all. I love irony.”

He stared back at me, not sure whether I was insulting him. He had to be at least a little suspicious, though, cute little word detective that he was.

I raised my hands peacefully. “Hey, what’s in a name? I mean, it must have worked, right?” I swept my hand across the compound. This part was about the size of a city block, as best I could tell. Distance looks different in the woods than in the city. “Your family ended up with this little corner of heaven to hide out and play cowboys and Indians on.”

Lucky smiled condescendingly. “You think you’re so smart. This ain’t the whole compound. This is just the HQ. We got over two hundred acres, almost all of it fenced, and—”

Marv actually slapped him in the back of the head. “I said shut up, dumb ass. She don’t need to know that.”

Lucky turned his scowl to his brother. “Like it matters anyway.”

“Everything matters,” I told him. And I got your number, motherfucker.

Marv gave my shoulder a shove, and I gave him a dirty look to match the one I showed his brother. It didn’t seem to faze him as much. “Maybe in the big city you can get away with shooting your eyeballs off like that and running your mouth,” he said. “But out here, there’s consequences for being an uppity bitch.”

“And here I thought they called this the Left Coast.”

He responded with that same stupid, blinking stare, proving that he was Lucky’s natural born brother.

“Move,” he finally said, raising the muzzle of his rifle.

I moved.

When we reached the shed, Lucky shouldered his rifle and worked the combination on the lock. I watched as he mouthed the numbers and turned the dial studiously. Not a math honors student, this one.

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