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Chapter Twenty-One: The Game is Afoot
Jerry Markham squinted into the early morning sun as he turned his car into Sam's Wholesale Club. He made a crazy loop through the mostly deserted lot and parked his car so that it directly faced Rent Town across the street. Satisfied with his view of things, he turned the radio down, picked up his cell phone and played with his autodial feature for a minute until he found Morgan's number. "Jerry?" "Yeah, it's me," he said as he fumbled for his binoculars one-handed. "Where you at?" "At the Jack in the Box, across the street from A1 Rental Company," Morgan replied. "I'm eating breakfast and taking my time, because A1 doesn't open for another hour and a half, thank you very much." "Hey, you knew the job was dangerous when you took it." The binoculars were now free of their imitation leather carrying case and Jerry put them to his eyes and tried to focus them. "Or boring as shit," said Morgan. "Who said that, anyway? 'Knew the job was dangerous'?" "Superchicken," said Jerry, dispassionately. He was still trying to work the focus knob between the eyepieces with one hand. "So, what now? Where are you?" asked Morgan. "In front of Rent Town," said Jerry. "And I'll be here, in case you want to chat." "Do you have three-way calling?" asked Morgan. "We could game, or something." "No," said Jerry. "I've got a phone, not a Star Trek Communicator." "Philistine," said Morgan. "Eat your breakfast," said Jerry. "I'm calling Russell." "Okay, later." Jerry put the phone down and looked through the binoculars using both hands. He focused the lenses and saw that Rent Town didn't open until 10: 00 on Saturdays. An hour and a half to wait, he thought. He dialed Russell's phone next. "Yeah?" said Russell. "Rus? Where are you? I can barely hear you." Russell paused for only a second. "I'm at the Krispy Kreme." "You bastard!" "Hey, you sent me over here." Jerry frowned. "Carson Brothers isn't near Krispy Kreme." "No, but it's on the way," said Russell sheepishly. "Russell! Double-time it over there!" "Jerry, I'm like, almost through the line. I'm next up." "Well, hurry the fuck up, Russell! If they show up before you get there, we're fucked!" "I know! I got here thirty minutes ago! You'd think that would be enough time." "It's never enough time," said Jerry. "Look, I'm going to eat breakfast. Call me as soon as you get there." "Will do," said Russell. Jerry hung up. Amateurs, he thought. He was dealing with strict amateurs. This situation had become highly elevated in the last twenty-four hours. It had become a plan, a scheme. Counter-espionage. Jerry unwrapped the package of powered donuts and ate them methodically, holding the little pastries with the very tips of his fingers, to minimize powdered sugar displacement. Jerry remembered his high school days, when he used to oversee large games of Assassinate, a live-action game that pitted the players against one another using dart guns, water balloons, and other non-lethal weaponry in a massive game of cat-and-mouse. He had won the job of head overseer because he won five straight games in a row. His nickname his senior year was "Ace." It sure beat the hell out of "band nerd." Now, as he washed the wads of cake donut down with sips of chocolate milk, he thought about those skills and how they would come back into play in the next forty-eight hours. He would stalk and hunt until he found his prey, and when he did... Jerry smiled at his own dark thoughts. He burped a chocolate milk burp, and then he picked up his phone. This time, he called Steve. "Wazzup!" "Real professional, Steve." "Hey, what do you fucking want from me, I'm going on two liters of Mountain Dew and four hours of sleep, here." Jerry smiled. The crazy hacker at base camp, in the movies, usually turned out to be the traitor. He had no such worries with Steve. "You got anything yet?" "No. Well, sorta. I'm still cruising through Usenet right now. Your boy Larry, or Stercutus, or whatever, was all over the place. Did you know he likes midget porn?" Jerry felt his face get hot. He was the one who had shown Larry how to navigate Usenet some four years ago. He remembered how they had laughed when they found alt.hardcore.sex.midget. That was a long time ago. Let it go, he told himself. He's the enemy, now. The Moriarty to your Holmes. The Oddjob to your Bond. The Penguin to your Batman. "Ignore the porn, Steve. Remember what you're looking for." "You ignore the porn, Jerry, it's part of what's keeping me going." "Whatever. Look, call me if you turn something up." "You know I will." Steve hung up. One hour and twenty-five minutes to go. Jerry turned the radio back up and tried not to think about midget porn.
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Contents
Chapter One: The Navel Adventures of Larry Croft Chapter Two: 1123 Miles to Tempe Chapter Three: Enter the String Chapter Four: The Waiting is the Hardest Part Chapter Five: Rutlege's Story Chapter Six: The Plot Thickens Chapter Seven: The Fifth Man is Revealed Chapter Eight: It's a DRY Heat Chapter Nine: Preparing to Lam Chapter Ten: The Mislaid Plans of Mouse and Man Chapter Eleven: The Danger of Talking to God Chapter Twelve: Anchors Aweigh, Let's Go Men Chapter Thirteen: The End is Near Chapter Fourteen: Roll to Hit Chapter Fifteen: Six Feet of Beef Stick for the Soul Chapter Sixteen: Hello, My Name is Indio, California Chapter Seventeen: Threadgill Takes Charge Chapter Eighteen: The Players on the Other Side Chapter Nineteen: On the Road to Perdition Chapter Twenty: Welcome to Tempe Chapter Twenty-One: The Game is Afoot Chapter Twenty-Two: Should Have Known Better Chapter Twenty-Three: Test-Run at the Waffle House Chapter Twenty-Four: The Supply Run Chapter Twenty-Five: The Backhoe Chapter Twenty-Six: A Frank Discussion Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Brief History of Larry's Van Chapter Twenty-Eight: Go Speed Racer, Go Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Owner of the Thumbscrews Chapter Thirty: Brain Teasers Chapter Thirty-One: Frick and Frack Check In Chapter Thirty-Two: Scouting Chapter Thirty-Three: The Stakeout Chapter Thirty-Four: The Food Fight Chapter Thirty-Five: Time to Dig Chapter Thirty-Six: Deep in the Night Chapter Thirty-Seven: Paydirt Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Phallus of Ebon Keep Chapter Thirty-Nine: Otto and Stacy Make Good Chapter Forty: Thieves in the Night Chapter Forty-One: Critical Failure Chapter Forty-Two: Downtown Chapter Forty-Three: The Hoosegow Chapter Forty-Four: An Emergency Breakfast Chapter Forty-Five: Two Early Phone Calls Chapter Forty-Six: Threadgill Meets the Gang Chapter Forty-Seven: Back to the Van Chapter Forty-Eight: Five Days Later Epilogue Table of Contents |
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