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taller one said. “If you’re the right dude, she said you were looking for some help. Some kind of construction thing.”
    Sipping his beer, he felt old as he looked at them. He was sure they were too young, but figured if they worked at the bar, they had to be at least twenty-one. They looked strong enough, although he wasn’t sure they could get out of bed in the morning. 
    “I’m not sure this is right for you guys.” 
    Dick moved his heavy frame toward him. “We can do whatever it is you want. Pretty much shovel shit and clean up puke around here. Don’t think we can’t handle what you have.”
    Will thought for a minute, and realized he’d better take what he was given. “Can you boys show up before noon?I need people that can get to work early.”
    They looked at each other, but before they could respond, Sheryl walked up behind them. “Of course they can. Just give them a chance. They work hard here.”
    Will could see that the odds were stacked against him, now, with Sheryl on the case. No choice but to give in, then. “I know it’s Friday night and you have to work late, but I want to work this weekend and get a head start.” His goal was to get at least one new pile set before Monday, to make sure his idea would work without the prying eyes of the building inspector on him. He suspected that in a small beach town word would get out fast about the project. There wasn’t much other construction going on and he was guessing the building inspector would be a constant visitor … invited or not. 
    He caught the quick glance the two boys exchanged during his silence.
    “Yeah, we’re in. But can we start early?”
    Surprised, he gave them directions to the job and asked them to be there at 7am. 
    Sheryl kissed his cheek. “Thanks. They won’t let you down. I’m out of here, you ready?”
    Will didn’t have to be asked twice. He fished in his pocket, left a twenty on the bar, downed what remained of his beer, and was halfway out the door before she caught up to him. 
     
    ***
     
    George cut the lights as he coasted to a stop at the fish house, leaving the black truck almost invisible. He left the engine running to power the air conditioning to keep the cab cool as he waited. The truck was pulled into a space between a small square structure adjacent to the main building and the Pass-A-Grille Marina next door. Twilight had just finished its nightly stint, and it was dark now as he watched the waterway. Boats passed by slowly, moving through the no-wake zone, their presence identified only by their running lights. Most were small pleasure boats, returning from a day on the water. He reached into a cooler behind the seat and pulled out a beer, ready to settle in and wait. 
    An hour passed and he was getting fidgety, the cool air conditioning the only thing keeping him calm. Getting more anxious as the minutes clicked by on the dashboard clock, he felt the wad of cash in his pocket and started running worst case scenarios through his head. If the fishing boat making the delivery was stopped and boarded, he might lose some profits, but he knew he had nothing to fear, these guys were loyal to him and wouldn’t talk. Normally he would have made the trip himself, but he’d just gotten back yesterday with the first bluefin of the season. It looked to be a promising year so he’d decided to recruit some fresh blood to supplement his income. There was always the chance that Fish and Game would try and run a sting operation, but he only dealt with people he knew—mostly childhood friends. In past years, it had been just him and a couple of buddies running the operation, and with the price for the prize tuna at an all time high, he had started to branch out. 
    Finally a boat stopped and flashed a spot light three times at the shore—the signal they were ready to dock. He removed a flashlight from the console next to him and checked the parking lot. Satisfied they weren’t being watched, he flashed the