“Timmy, you’ve got a future in this business.” Night Lord smiled as he counted the cash. He stopped at a check. How many times must he repeat himself? “For the last time, we don’t take checks, particularly one with ‘For Crack Cocaine’ in the memo line.”
“Sorry, I’ll get cash from him.”
“Checks for drugs.” What was the world coming to? Next, his dealers would want him to supply them credit card machines.
He forked over ten Ben Franklins. “This is your cut, Hitchens. Take your stuff and go. And don’t get caught!”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
The Emerald Avenger watched Timmy leave from the roof. He peered through the wall like his favorite comic book hero. Finally, Night Lord had gone to bed. The Emerald Avenger checked his watch. Four thirty a.m.
He eyed the armed guards and the steel door. He had to return to the normal life of Dave Johnson for a few hours, but he would come back with a vengeance.
Continued Next Tuesday
Tales of the Dim Knight is coming out as book November 1st.