Faulkner scowls at me.
“I’m going home if that buffalo doesn’t walk down the sidewalk right… now.”
“It’s harder than it looks to get one. You can’t just order it off Amazon,” I hiss at him.
“Pussy.”
“Jesus, why are you so unpleasant?”
“I’m not the one fucking an employee and stalking her ex-fiancé.”
“I’m stalking her stalker, and it’s none of your business why we’re out here.”
“Yeah, it’s not going to be my business if I don’t get that buffalo.”
“It’s not coming, so you in or out?”
“I want ten buffalo, then, for the interest for the delayed payment.” Faulkner’s voice is flat.
“What the hell do you even need ten buffalo for?” Isaac asks him. “Where are you going to put them? What are you gonna feed them?”
“They’re going on Salinger’s island.” The malicious glee in his eyes? The chaotic evil personified? This is why Faulkner is here.
Isaac’s here because Salinger cussed me out yesterday for not spending more time with him, since he’s supposed to be here “learning and bonding.” Greg must have gotten up his ass about it.
Finally, we see Brock’s video-camera guys mope into the restaurant, their long hair hidden under dirty knit caps. They’re here two hours before the supposed meeting.
Our cameras have, of course, already been in place.
“Isn’t this a felony?” Isaac frowns.
“A felony of my felony is my friend,” Faulkner says.
As much as I can’t stand Faulkner, he’s the one for the job.
“Greg’s right. You guys really are pieces of shit.” Isaac goes back to his binoculars.
We watch on the camera feeds as Brock’s videographers set up. Then we wait for Brock to show up. He looks cocky and smug when he swaggers into the restaurant.
I’m going to crush him like a cockroach.
“And cue our special guest.”
The VW bus pulls up right on schedule.
“Showtime!” Faulkner is gleeful. “I love fucking people over, especially if they deserve it.”
“You stay up here,” I order Isaac. “I don’t want our brothers up my ass if something happens to you.”
“Yes, I’ll stay up here on this unstable and unprotected roof, nice and safe.”
“Attaboy.”
Granny Mavis salutes me when she sees us as Faulkner and I climb down off the roof.
“Let’s go bust some balls.”
Brock is shocked and offended when the elderly women push their way into the restaurant, noisy and chattering in their hippie clothes.
