The first bullet had entered just under his right lung and the third looked like it had bored into his pelvis. “Little fucker shot me. I was wrong. The job had three problems.” “Forget that, we need to get out of here.” “No problem. I’m in the mood for a fuckin’ jog.” I could hear sirens in the distance. I checked my watch and saw that thirteen minutes had passed. The sound was the first squad cars responding to the scene less than a kilometre away. Rob and Donna must have heard the sounds too. They frantically mumbled under the tape like they were doing a bad duet. I told them to shut the fuck up, and saw that they had both wet themselves. “Stay here,” I said to D.B. “No problem, bro. Take your fuckin’ time. Hey, Rob, you and your lady shut up. If I’m not complaining, you sure as hell can’t.” I ran out to the lot and saw the Jeep Ruby had been driving outside the garage.
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