"The factory I hid the gold and jewels in was on Maplewood Avenue, between Cypress and Valley Street," said Will.
"Maplewood between Cypress and Valley?" asked Rome, as Jonny stopped at a red light.
"Yeah," said Will.
"They turned that into a supermarket," said Rome, "Hestia's Food Mart. R.M. Fliehr owns it."
"That old bastard owns half of New Jersey," said Will, "but besides that, the fact that they turned it into a supermarket means they didn't tear it down. I read the newspapers and watched news damn near every day. I never got wind of gold and jewels being discovered. Trust me, it would have made the news."
Half an hour later, Johnny pulled up in the parking lot of Hestia's Food Mart. It had a fancy look to it, with its wood and stone facade and Hathor's in bold, red lettering.
The interior was even more impressive. The whole environment was tidy and upbeat with bold neon print designs, brick columns, and color coordinated aisles. The produce section looked fresh. They even had open buffets.
"The storages should be by the deli section if I remember correctly," said Will, "that's where I hid the gold."
They walked past the produce section. Jonny snuck a handful of grapes and hurried after Will and Rome.
Sure enough, by the deli section were the doors to the storage room. The three men walked nonchalantly inside. Workers everywhere were stocking boxes unto handtrucks or they were opening boxes, getting them ready to be shelved. None of them seemed to notice Will, Jonny, or Rome.
Will kept walking further along the storage area and made a right. He came to an abrupt stop, causing Will and Rome to bump into him.
"My bad," said Will, "the wall is right here."
He felt it.
"It looks like it hasn't been messed with, besides the paint job," said Will. "We're going to have to come back after hours, when no one's here. "
"We'll need a sledgehammer," said Rome.
"Right," said Will, "we'll pick one up at the Home Depot."
"Hey," said a voice from behind them. They spun around and saw a guy in blue coveralls, short, but burly, slightly balding and dull brown eyes, "is there any reason you three are back here?"
"Sorry, we were looking for the bathroom," said Will, "this is a big store you have."
"The bathroom's by the seafood section," said the man, "by the 10th aisle."
"Thanks, a lot," said Will. He beckoned Jonny and Rome and went on his way.
"We're coming back here tonight," said Will once they were in the car again, "when the store's about to close."
"What do we do for the rest of the day?" asked Rome, "it's only eleven o'clock."
Will pulled a bag of weed from out his leather jacket.
"Chill out, I suppose," he said. "Do you smoke?"
"I haven't every since my daughter was born," said Rome, "my wife doesn't like that stuff."
Jonny coughed something that sounded an awful lot like "Square."
"Drive us to the nearest liquor store, Jonny," said Will, "we're getting some rollies and some gin. Show ol' Rome here how to have a good time again."