Chapter Six
Mikey jerked at the sound of metal tapping against glass. He narrowed his eyes at the man on the other side of the window. "Benny! Get the fuck in here and quit messing around. You want to draw attention to us and piss off the boss?"
Benny's eyes darted over his shoulder before he slipped into the passengers seat of the car. "Sorry, Mikey. I was just foolin around."
"Kind of inappropriate considering why we're here. Don't you think?"
Benny nodded and looked down at his hands. "Yeah."
"Did you do the thing?" Mikey asked, not wanting to dwell on the reason he was sitting in a motel parking lot with a trunk full of rope, knives, acid, and duct tape. He didn't know what the boss had planned, but it wasn't going to be gentle, and Isabella and Edward would not go quickly.
"The guy at the front desk suddenly wasn't feeling so well, know what I mean? He thought maybe he should close up and just go home for the night. I told him that sounded like an excellent idea."
"So we're all set?"
"Yeah. What do we do now?"
Mikey slouched down in his seat and adjusted his hat. "Now, we wait."