May 15, 1975
“I’m tired of hearing it. He should have thought of that before he agreed to my terms. Take care of it. Nobody fucks with me. Nobody!”
I was angry and I slammed down the phone. Another asshole who should’ve known who he was dealing with. I grabbed a beer and sat in my recliner and reflected on the last few days.
I had taken Monster on a little ride. I was driving one of my old beater cars. A car that wouldn’t draw any notice. We sat in the parking lot of a drug store across from her bus stop. I watched as she got off the bus and walked toward Smitty’s.
“That girl that just stepped off the bus,” I nodded toward her. “I want her and you will get her for me.”
Monster didn’t ask why. He knew better.