guys
are out there waiting and we?re gonna surprise him, tell him he?s in, y?know.”
“Sounds like a real great party,” she said, and yawned.
“What we?d like, see, all you have to do is get him out the side door there, onto Jackson Street. We?ll
take it from there.”
“This ain?t some kidnapping or something?” she said suspiciously. “I mean, I ain?t goin? to the
freezer for some snatch job.”
“Look at him,” Zapata said. “His own mother wouldn?t kidnap him.”
“So how do I get him outside?” she asked.
“For twenty bucks, you can write the script. When he goes through the door, you get the double saw.”
She thought about it for a minute.
“He?s a big spender,” she said. “The boss might get pissed with me.
Stick took out a twenty and wrapped it around his little finger.
“When?s the last time the boss laid twenty on you for walking to the door?”
She eyed the twenty, eyed Murphy, who was catching his breath between acts, and looked back at the
twenty.
“I?ll see what I can do,” she said.
“The Jackson Street entrance. The twenty?ll be right here on my pinky.”
She giggled. “Pinky! Jesus, I haven?t heard that since I was in the fourth grade.”
Stick and Zapata went outside and Stick pulled his car around the corner and parked near the door.
“This seems like a lot of time and money when we could just bust his ass and haul him in.”
“Dutch doesn?t want a fuss.”
“Yeah, you told me. How do we do this? We just cold-cock the son of a bitch or what?”
Stick took out a pair of thumb cuffs.
“When he gets outside, bump into him and knock him into me. I?ll grab him from behind, get his arms
behind him, and thumb-cuff him, throw him in the car.”
“My hog?s around the corner.”
“I?ll see you out at the Warehouse.”
“Okay, but it seems like a lot of hassle.”
They waited about five minutes; then the door opened and the orange-haired punker and Murphy
