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get to Florida … If we get to Florida. These niggas are holding up progress, bruh.”
    â€œHave patience, little brother,” Diamonds said, motioning toward the glare of a set of headlights coming in their direction.
    Hank’s dark-blue pickup truck pulled to a stop about a yard or so from the patch of land they huddled on. The mud-covered road was too slick for the truck to bring him any closer, so he’d have to go the rest of the way on foot, much to his dismay. Hank jumped from the cab and immediately sank ankle-deep into the mud. He moved awkwardly through the sludge toward the clearing, cursing with each step. As he drew closer to the fire, Diamonds noticed a newspaper folded under his arm.
    â€œEverything straight?” Diamonds asked, once Hank had reached the clearing.
    â€œOther than the fact that my feet are soaked to the bone for the second time today, everything is peachy fucking keen,” Hank said sarcastically while trying to shake some of the excess mud from his boots. “Why couldn’t we do this indoors like normal people?”
    â€œBecause we ain’t normal,” Diamonds shot back. “Did you handle what needed handling?” he asked, changing the subject.
    â€œYeah, we good. The dope is all repackaged and tucked safely into an RV on its way west on I-10. It should be there by the time we arrive tomorrow,” Hank told him.
    â€œIt better be,” Goldie interjected. “I still don’t like the idea of letting them white boys drive our shit instead of taking it ourselves.”
    â€œBecause driving it ourselves would’ve been too big of a risk. Something goes wrong, we go down and lose the dope. Can’t put all our eggs in one basket,” Diamonds explained.
    â€œI feel you, bruh, but how we know we can trust them?” Goldie asked.
    â€œWe don’t, which is why I got the names and addresses of their next of kin.” Hank handed Diamonds the folded newspaper.
    Diamonds peeked inside to examine the contents and nodded in approval. “Any sign of Dip?”
    Hank shrugged. “Swung by his pad twice and even checked with his baby mama, but ain’t nobody seen him.”
    â€œYou think the police got him?” Vita asked. She had been so quiet, none of them even noticed her standing there. She was a cute girl, but not sexy, with smallish breasts and just enough ass to make you take a second look but not stare. Behind her rose-colored, pouty lips, she sported a mouth full of gold teeth. Instead of her usual wardrobe of loud-colored clothes and even louder weaves, she was dressed down in a simple black skirt set and black wig. The expensive flat shoes on her feet had been ruined by the mud, but she didn’t seem to notice. Vita was clearly overdressed to be standing on the banks of the Mississippi at a Viking funeral, but she insisted on showing John-Boy the same respect as she would someone being laid to rest in a funeral home.
    â€œMore like larceny got him,” Hank said in a disgusted tone. “I didn’t want to say anything until I was absolutely sure, but when I was loading the dope, the bird count came back shorter than it should’ve been. Looks like he got us for two.”
    â€œI knew we shouldn’t have took that closet dope-head with us on this run!” Goldie fumed, angry at Dip’s betrayal. Dip had never been part of their inner circle, but besides Buda, he was the only other person they knew who could operate an airboat. “I say we ride by that nigga’s house and spray it.”
    â€œI told you he ain’t home,” Hank repeated.
    â€œSo what? Maybe his mama home. I’ll bet if I put the screw to that bitch, she’ll tell us where her ol’ fuck-ass son hiding,” Goldie suggested.
    Diamonds gave his brother a cold look. “Etes vous fou?” he asked, questioning Goldie’s sanity. “After all we’ve already sacrificed, you willing

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