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"Yeah," Scott says as his little partner jots down notes Of what, I have no clue, but the chick is getting busy with the pen and paper Scott ignores her and walks up tolist for a few years Full-time position finally opened up, so I took it"
"Hey, Barney Fife?" Drake says "This ain’t Mayberry I want hi my bikes!"
Scott holds up a hand to me and then turns to Drake "Mr Cikes, we have a procedure, so why don’t you go give your side of the story to my partner over there, and I’ll handle Mr Shrike"
Drake scowls up at him and then does a quick turn
"OK," Scott says as he looks around, spies Ford, nods, and then takes in who all’s here "I knohat you’re gonna say Talk to Ronin But I don’t see hiet rid of this little twerp" Ford walks up and stands next to me and Scott directs his talk to hi outside his shop last week and we’ll call it good, OK?"
"We weren’t outside his shop," Ford says, taking over "We were parked down the street And the last I heard, we still live in America Where people are free to park on any public street they want"
"They were s a joint in the truck, ask the in the truck!" Drake yells froot his back to Drake, so Drake can’t see "Were you sh In fact, Griff, Ryan, and Fletch are all in the lunch roouilty of a lot of bad shit But we don’t do drugs and everyone knows that
Scott leans in "OK, co about this? I don’t think you did it, but if you know anything--"
"He blaain "And he stole rowl "Your shit is shit Look around, assle, do you think I need to steal your crappy bikes? You’re nobody Those seven bikes stolen from my showroom are barely a blip on es at irly cop and sends her crashing backwards The whole garage sucks in a collective breath as she skids across the polished concrete floor and co Ryan leans over and extends his hand to help her up She’s beet red with embarrass the cuffs on Drake "You have the right to remain silent…"
We all just stand there as Scott pushes Drake out the door, leaving the little cop behind to wrap things up
"Um," she starts "I’m… sorry" And then she bolts out the door after her partner
"What the fk was that?" Ronin says fro our heads in his direction "Dude!" I laugh "Insanity! Fucking Drake tried to say we robbed hiot nant?" Ford asks "Since when? She never said anything to nant"
"Why would she tell you before she tells me, assle?"
"Because we’re best friends She tellsup to fight, so I stickwith you, Ronin You’ve known him for ten years, and every tih the door now, and he’s the one who’s all riled up "Holy cow! This is gonna be the best season ever!" He claps Ford on the back and Ford bats his hand away and steps aside "We got all that on tape Even"--he looks over at Ronin--"the pregnancy Holy shit, if Rook is pregnant, our ratings will go through the roof!"
Luckily Ford pushes Larry out the door before Ronin knocks his teeth out
I grab Ronin’s shirt sleeve and pull hi Drake in the parking lot, so we head across the street and start walking down Maple towards the shops so that the noise of lunchtime pedestrians and traffic drowns out our voices over any potential listening devices
"We need to pull that bot out of that shop, like now, Ronin This shit is getting crazy Iht have the whole thing on cae parked in that neighborhood, so pulling it is the only option if ant to see who did it I’ll go scout out the area tonight Alone," he adds "You and Ford have already been made, so I’m the only option Then we’ll come up with a plan tomorrow Let’s just hope that little dick Drake doesn’t suddenly get sure it out Just keep cool, man, OK?"
I look over at Ronin "I’rees as we turn around and start walking back
But I knohat he’s thinking I’m not always cool Because I’m the one who lost his cool and shot that fker up in Boulder I’e and twenty years to life in prison