Page 101 of Dick

EPILOGUE

“WHO is this guy again?” I asked as I carefully placed the jewelry Dick had set aside into a foam padded case.

“He was a hedge fund manager that took people’s money in 2007 and 2008, and was never convicted,” Dick said as he stuffed cash and other paperwork into a canvas bag.

“How much total?” I asked.

“How much are we taking, or how much did he swindle people for?”

“Both,” I said.

“Roughly $2,000,000 tonight.” He glanced at his watch. “And he fucked people out of almost $20,000,000, but got off scot-free. Come on, we’re down to two minutes.”

Even though we circumvented the alarm system, Dick didn’t like to be in a house for longer than five minutes. I didn’t disagree.

“I’ve got all the jewelry,” I said.

“Just about done,” he said.

I walked to the stairway and waited while he finished loading the contents of the safe. On the wall hung a picture of a boy, probably a senior picture from high school.

He looked eerily like Dick.

“How did you know exactly where the safe was?” I asked as I studied the photo.

“Truth or a lie?” he asked.

“Tell me a lie,” I said.

“Blind luck,” he responded.

“Dick,” I said.

“Yeah, Baby?”

“Are we robbing your parent’s house tonight?”

“We sure are, Baby.”

“Dick!”

“He’s one rotten motherfucker, Baby.”

“Okay, you’re the boss.”

He ran to my side, hoisted the bag over his shoulder, and looked down the stairs. “Ready?”

I nodded. “Always and forever.”

***

Dressed in shorts, hiking boots, and an orange tank top, I walked into the Lowe’s hardware store and to the returns counter.

A pale tattooed girl with purple hair walked up the counter. “What can I help you with?”

“Can you tell me which department Raymond Gonzalez works in?”

Her mouth shot into a smile. “Ray? Yeah, he’s in electronics. You won’t be able to miss him.”