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Of course I got a girlfriend. And the date is the overnight of Saturday, June 7th and Sunday, June 8th."
    "You don't say a word to her."
    "No, don't worry."
    "You don't say a word and you dump her tomorrow. Seriously. Don't do that and it's off. I'll take care of the getaway car and get us fake ID's. Passport for me. You want a passport?"
    "No, I was thinking I'd go... "
    "Stop! Don't tell me where you're goin'. I'm not tellin' you my place. When we leave the club, we drive straight to Houston. After that, we separate. Put some decoys in the trash at our places, throw 'em off track."
    "Wow, Hutch. You definitely got your game face on."
    "I invented the motherfuckin' game face. Hand me that egg roll."
    "But tomorrow? I gotta break up with her tomorrow?"
    "Yeah, and do it right quick."
    "Okay... so the getaway car. What's it gonna be?"
    "I don't know yet, Clint. Nothin' flashy. Anonymous. Wheels with a plate and a VIN that's not stolen and can't track to us."
    "This isn't gonna be some rimmed out hooptie, is it, Hutch?"
    "Rimmed out hooptie? That's some racist shit right there. Wrong decade too."
    "Racist? I voted for Obama twice."
    "I stand corrected. Racist and stupid, Clint. Racist and stupid."
    "You're anti-Obama like the tea party nuts?"
    "No, course not. Did I want the man in the office? Yeah. Am I glad you devils ain't killed him? Definitely. But, listen. I'm 16th Ward, born and raised. Forshey and Fern, near Earhart. What I know from all my years is don't trust a politician. Obama ain't Jesus. He's a politician. What's he done for me? I don't vote for none of 'em."
    "But being black, you don't feel like you should... "
    "So now you gonna tell me how I should be? I forgot. White's always right."
    "That's not fair."
    "You got that right. Not fair, but we livin' it. Matter fact, white means right and black means run, baby, run 'fore they get you. Now, enough of this nonsense. Don't look hurt, Clint. I ain't madatcha. It's on. Whatever you wanna call it — hit, heist, caper, robbery, rip-off — it's on."
    Back to the present, Hutch sniffed and coughed from the mold. Remembering the hypothetical and living in the pragmatic was a big descent. It was a bad day. Luck couldn't get any worse. His walls had tumbled down. He hoped to fall asleep and not wake up. Let the mold overtake and turn him into organic matter like everything else in the place. Take the $1,200 in his pocket too. All he had left from the bank after expenses.
    While Hutch was reaching needed slumber, three like-minded vehicles converged near him. One came from Broad, the second from Poydras, and the third from Espanade.
    Each of them was driven by a black man in his 30's wearing tan work boots and an untucked uniform shirt over Dickies cargo pants. None of them worked for the same company.
    Despite different starting points, they ended up in line on Claiborne before it became Robertson a few blocks from Elysian Fields. Each man was wondering which of the others was there to cheat him out of a pick-up. One of them, in fact, thought the two others were both there for that purpose All had Taurus .38 caliber revolvers in their glove boxes, but none wanted to use them. Their thoughts and mutterings were nearly identical.
    "You think you're gonna step on me?"
    "Nobody's steppin' on my pick-up."
    "You better step off right now."
    Frustration building, the men in the caravan of trucks were getting angrier at the unknown one playing dirty. None of them paid any notice to the rough looking young man carrying one crutch but walking fine on Elysian Fields.
    All antagonism melted away, though, once two of the trucks turned on Franklin toward the flashing lights and first responders in the intersection to pick up a Honda Civic and a jeep.
    The remaining driver continued on Robertson until he got to Piety. A few neighbors were outside, looking at the corner house with an SUV sized hole in it. The residents of the house were still hunkered down because of Johnny rolling down