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him.
Instead, his face split
into a massive grin. 'Miguel, make yourself useful and get us another drink,'
Alvarez shouted with a wave of his arm.
Dixie relaxed his shoulders and noticed
he was holding his breath. He let out a slow exhale and grinned back. It seemed
the right thing to do although he had no idea what he was grinning about.
'Luckily for you, we're
not as stupid as you think we are,' Alvarez said, getting up and walking around
to Dixie's side of the desk. 'Or as stupid as you are.' He jabbed Dixie hard on the shoulder with a meaty finger.
Dixie sighed and put the rest of the
water on the desk and waited for him to continue.
'We put a GPS tracking
device in the lining of the case containing the money. Simple, eh?'
The look of expectation
on Alvarez's face made Dixie think he was expected to clap or cheer. He nodded
instead. That was good to know. The thing that he wasn't so happy about was why had Alvarez done it? So that he could send his men after the money later?
Alvarez still had the
grin plastered all over his big face. He drained his drink and swirled the ice
cubes in the bottom of the glass. He was enjoying the fact that Dixie looked an idiot. Behind him, Miguel was smirking too.
'Have you got a Smartphone?'
Alvarez asked.
Dixie got his phone out of his pocket.
Alvarez turned to Miguel.
'Miguel, have you got
that number?'
Miguel fished a slip of
paper out of his wallet, unfolded it and passed it over. Alvarez leaned over Dixie's shoulder and laid it on the desk in front of him. Dixie smoothed it out.
'Put that number into
your phone,' Alvarez said, tapping the paper with his finger 'and don't call it money .'
He slapped Dixie on the shoulder and roared with laughter. Miguel laughed too. Dixie would have laughed
if he hadn't been the butt of the joke. Crispy didn't get it. He had a look
that was a mix of confusion and suspicion that people get when they're not sure
if they're the butt of a joke. Dixie sat and waited until Alvarez stopped
laughing. In the scheme of things, he felt he'd got off pretty lightly if all
he had to worry about was this beaner drug dealer laughing at him.
They'd all see who
was the stupid one soon enough.
'It's simple,' Alvarez
carried on, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. 'You call the number; it
sends you a text message back with a link. Click the link and it displays a map
on your screen showing the location,' He sounded like he'd invented it himself.
Dixie didn't like to show it but he was
impressed. 'Really?' he said.
'Yeah, really,' Alvarez
said, 'and it only costs about a hundred bucks. Tell Chico he should get his
ass into the twenty-first century. And tell him not to be such a tightwad.' He
laughed some more but then he grabbed the back of Dixie's chair and spun it around.
Dixie started to get up but Alvarez pushed him back down and pointed his finger
directly at the middle of Dixie's face. 'But I don't want him getting any ideas
about putting one of those things in my merchandise.'
Heaven forbid . Dixie thought it sounded a good
idea if Alvarez was going to put one in with the money, but he decided to keep
that to himself.
'Now ring the number,'
Alvarez said, spinning Dixie around to face the desk again.
Dixie rang the number and, sure enough, a
text message pinged back. He clicked the link and a map opened up on his
screen. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the location.
Alvarez took the smile
as confirmation of his own good sense and planning.
'There's your money,'
Alvarez said, leaning over and tapping Dixie's phone screen. 'Now all you have
to do is go get it, make sure it's not sitting in one of my'—he pointed at his
chest—'warehouses like Chico thinks, and everyone's happy.'
It seemed to Dixie that Alvarez was putting a bit too much faith in the technology. He was ignoring the
human element. Dixie didn't want to be negative, but what Alvarez seemed to be
overlooking in his enthusiasm was that what he was actually looking at on
Instead, his face split
into a massive grin. 'Miguel, make yourself useful and get us another drink,'
Alvarez shouted with a wave of his arm.
Dixie relaxed his shoulders and noticed
he was holding his breath. He let out a slow exhale and grinned back. It seemed
the right thing to do although he had no idea what he was grinning about.
'Luckily for you, we're
not as stupid as you think we are,' Alvarez said, getting up and walking around
to Dixie's side of the desk. 'Or as stupid as you are.' He jabbed Dixie hard on the shoulder with a meaty finger.
Dixie sighed and put the rest of the
water on the desk and waited for him to continue.
'We put a GPS tracking
device in the lining of the case containing the money. Simple, eh?'
The look of expectation
on Alvarez's face made Dixie think he was expected to clap or cheer. He nodded
instead. That was good to know. The thing that he wasn't so happy about was why had Alvarez done it? So that he could send his men after the money later?
Alvarez still had the
grin plastered all over his big face. He drained his drink and swirled the ice
cubes in the bottom of the glass. He was enjoying the fact that Dixie looked an idiot. Behind him, Miguel was smirking too.
'Have you got a Smartphone?'
Alvarez asked.
Dixie got his phone out of his pocket.
Alvarez turned to Miguel.
'Miguel, have you got
that number?'
Miguel fished a slip of
paper out of his wallet, unfolded it and passed it over. Alvarez leaned over Dixie's shoulder and laid it on the desk in front of him. Dixie smoothed it out.
'Put that number into
your phone,' Alvarez said, tapping the paper with his finger 'and don't call it money .'
He slapped Dixie on the shoulder and roared with laughter. Miguel laughed too. Dixie would have laughed
if he hadn't been the butt of the joke. Crispy didn't get it. He had a look
that was a mix of confusion and suspicion that people get when they're not sure
if they're the butt of a joke. Dixie sat and waited until Alvarez stopped
laughing. In the scheme of things, he felt he'd got off pretty lightly if all
he had to worry about was this beaner drug dealer laughing at him.
They'd all see who
was the stupid one soon enough.
'It's simple,' Alvarez
carried on, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. 'You call the number; it
sends you a text message back with a link. Click the link and it displays a map
on your screen showing the location,' He sounded like he'd invented it himself.
Dixie didn't like to show it but he was
impressed. 'Really?' he said.
'Yeah, really,' Alvarez
said, 'and it only costs about a hundred bucks. Tell Chico he should get his
ass into the twenty-first century. And tell him not to be such a tightwad.' He
laughed some more but then he grabbed the back of Dixie's chair and spun it around.
Dixie started to get up but Alvarez pushed him back down and pointed his finger
directly at the middle of Dixie's face. 'But I don't want him getting any ideas
about putting one of those things in my merchandise.'
Heaven forbid . Dixie thought it sounded a good
idea if Alvarez was going to put one in with the money, but he decided to keep
that to himself.
'Now ring the number,'
Alvarez said, spinning Dixie around to face the desk again.
Dixie rang the number and, sure enough, a
text message pinged back. He clicked the link and a map opened up on his
screen. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the location.
Alvarez took the smile
as confirmation of his own good sense and planning.
'There's your money,'
Alvarez said, leaning over and tapping Dixie's phone screen. 'Now all you have
to do is go get it, make sure it's not sitting in one of my'—he pointed at his
chest—'warehouses like Chico thinks, and everyone's happy.'
It seemed to Dixie that Alvarez was putting a bit too much faith in the technology. He was ignoring the
human element. Dixie didn't want to be negative, but what Alvarez seemed to be
overlooking in his enthusiasm was that what he was actually looking at on
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