cold, and his eyes were now glazed over as if he were having trouble focusing.
âYou hear that?â John-Boy asked. His voice now sounded flat and tired.
âHear what?â
âHooves ⦠they say that death rides a horse. Heâs coming for me, but I donât wanna go.â
âDonât talk crazy. You ainât going nowhere but to Florida with the rest of us. The Horseman is an old wivesâ tale Auntie used to tell us to scare us. He ainât real,â Diamonds assured him.
âThen how do you explain that black steed marching alongside us?â John-Boyâs eyes drifted to something just beyond Diamonds.
Diamonds looked in the direction of John-Boyâs gaze but saw nothing but the murky waves caused by their airboat and the drowned New Orleans streets. The loss of blood mustâve been making him delirious. âThereâs nothing there,â he tried to tell him, but John-Boy continued to stare at whatever phantom he alone could see.
John-Boy began to chuckle softly.
âWhatâs so funny?â Diamonds asked, taking his hand in his. It was clammy.
âI was just wondering how the Horseman plans to get me to hell, since he only brought one horse? My fat ass is liable to sink us both.â He pushed out one last giggle before going still. John-Boy had pulled his last caper.
Buda leaned in and kissed John-Boyâs forehead before gently brushing his eyes closed. âTravel safe, little brother.â
âIâm sorry, man,â Dip offered.
Buda nodded but didnât speak. He stood turned to Diamonds. âI donât suppose Auntieâs got a tonic that can bring back the dead.â His tone was light, as if he were making a joke out of it, but there was a hint of desperation in his eyes.
Diamonds gave him a sad look. âEven if she did, he wouldnât be your brother anymore. Best to let the dead rest.â
Buda nodded.
âListen,â Diamonds continued, âwe can put the move on hold if need be, to give you some time to grieve. My heartâs heavy over this too, so maybe we should all take a minute.â
Buda shook his head. âNah, we stick with the plan and get the fuck out of Dodge while we still can. We ainât doing John-Boyâs memory no justice if we dead or in jail. All I ask is that we give him a proper send-off before we pull out. Iâll always carry my brotherâs spirit with me, but Louisiana soil is welcome to his body.â
Diamonds nodded. âSo be it.â
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CHAPTER TWO
It was well into the night by the time the rain had decided to show them a bit of mercy. It was still falling but had scaled back from a monsoon to a consistent spray. The floodwaters had stopped rising, but they hadnât begun to recede yet either. The city was in bad shape, the rural areas ever worse, especially along the banks of the Mississippi. Diamonds could remember hot summer days when he and Goldie called a shack in the backwoods home, and theyâd go for cooling afternoon swims in the murky waters. The storm had swollen the river to the point where it was nearly unapproachable, and it looked like they were going to have to break a time-honored tradition, but luckily they were able to find a high patch of land along the river that hadnât been swallowed yet. It was little more than a patch of mud and rock, but it allowed them to get close enough to the river to do what theyâd come for.
A darkness lingered between Diamonds and his assembled team. He had just orchestrated and executed the biggest score of his life, and it shouldâve been cause for celebration, but there was no joy in Diamondsâs heart, only twisting sadness. He had lost friends before, and even family members, but this was the first time he had lost a member of his crew and it hurt. Though Hank was the oldest of them, the entire team looked to Diamonds for guidance. He was their leader and supposed to be their