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(seven-second pause)

df: All right. All right. Fuck it. We got a contract. You make sure you do your part. The rest can come on the back end. My consigliere only got the cash we agreed on with him for the front end.

(three-second pause)

df: Yeah, that’s the target. How’d you know?

(eight-second pause)

df: No shit? But you do nothing until I get there. I wanna be there. I wanna see it. I’m giving you an extra hundred large for that. Which you get when it happens, but not before the wedding. Got to be after. Got to show some respect.

(eight-second pause)

df: Today? Fuck. Yeah, he’s in Keyes. My consigliere. And he’s got the down payment in cash. But?—

(nine-second pause)

df: The what fucking bridge? Talmud?

(two-second pause)

df: Okay, Talmadge. Two p.m. local. Breakdown lane, southbound, center of span.

(five-second pause)

df: Yeah, yeah. The money’s packed like you said.

(two-second pause)

df: You better be fucking worth it.

End of conversation.

Shane was already checking his watch. The payoff was taking place in an hour. “Where’s the Talmadge?”

“Did you cross a large suspension bridge coming out of Savannah heading into South Carolina when you came up here?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s it.”

“How far away?”

Carpenter got out of his seat and slid open the door leading to the driver’s compartment. “I’ll make it in fifty minutes unless we get caught in traffic.”

“That’s cutting it close.”

“Perhaps we should have been monitoring instead of in that tunnel.” Carpenter got in the driver’s seat and started the van.

“That’s not helpful now.” Shane opened up the weapons locker.

“What about Agnes?” Carpenter said, but he was already heading down the drive.

Shit. “Maybe she won’t kill him.”

“What if she does?”

“What’s one more body among friends?” Shane said.

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