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the couch.
    “We’re gonna play some pool after a while,” he said
when he heard me come through.
    “Okay, sounds good. I have a few errands to run. Can
I borrow your truck?”
    “I don’t care,” he said, still staring at the
television. I went into the kitchen to get the keys and found my mom in their
reading the paper. When she saw me take the keys down she asked, “Why are you
taking the truck?”
    “I have a buddy with a table for sell. I’m going to
look at it and see if it’ll work for the shop,” I lied.
    “Oh good,” she said, going back to her paper.
    I kissed her on the cheek and said, “Thanks for
entertaining the P.O. again. I’ll see you later.”
    “You’re welcome. See you later,” she said. I hated
lying…especially to my mother.
    *************
    I drove back up to the warehouse. I was happy to see
that it looked like no one was around. I could outrun someone on my bike, but
in my dad’s old flatbed Ford, I doubted it.
    I stopped close to the rolling front doors and got
out. Since the last time I was there, and Brock and I had gotten into it,
someone had put about five more locks on the door. I was sure it was my
brother. He wasn’t going to tell anyone that I had been able to waylay him and
that I knew the warehouse was full of drugs. He thought if I came back and saw
all of those locks on the door, I would just pack up and go home. He not only
thought wrong, but putting all of the locks on the warehouse was kind of stupid
as well. It was almost the equivalent of putting up a big sign that said, “Hey!
Something big is in here, you should break in!”Morons.
    I stood several feet back and aimed the gun at the
first lock and fired. There were five of them, so it took me five shots, but I
eventually got them all off. I rolled open the doors and was happy to see that
the crates of heroin were still there. I got back in the truck and backed it
in. I left it running while I loaded the crates onto the flatbed. I used the
tarp I’d brought and covered them and tied it all down.
    I drove to the bar. I knew it was the stupidest move
I’d made yet, but my dad had already told me they’d be shooting pool and I just
so happened to know no one had used the back door at the far end of the
clubhouse in years. I was able to take the back road up to the bar. The dirt
one Olivia and I took walks along sometimes.
    I backed the truck up close and used the key I’d
stolen from my dad’s office to unlock the old rusty lock on the back door. Two
at a time and at break-neck speed; I unloaded the crates into my room. I was
sweating by the time I got done, more from panic then from heat or exertion. I
locked my door up tight and went back to the pickup, locking the outside door
up once more.
    I drove back up the way I came and around so that it
looked like I came into the bar off the main road. I parked in front and went
inside. It was a packed house. Cookie was cooking up a storm and two of my
dad’s groupies were serving up drinks as fast as they could pour them. They had
a young woman in a bikini writing the names of those in the tournament on a dry
erase board while they all stared at her ass. Those losers deserved to go to
jail, I thought just as I caught Blake’s eye across the room. Terrance was with
him and they were both boring holes through me with their glares. I went around
behind my dad’s bar and grabbed one of his beers. I strode over to my dad’s
table and I sat down.
    Fuck ‘em.

 
    CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
    OLIVIA
    Several days passed. I’d been staying with my uncle,
slowly packing my things up to move back in with Dax since the night we went
out. He wanted me to come back and stay with him and I agreed to it, but I was
taking my time because as much as I wanted to be with Dax, I was dreading going
back to the bar. I told Dax it was the hold up, but he didn’t seem to mind I
was taking my time.
    I finally finished packing and cleaned the room I’d
been staying in really well.
    It was a