“Can’t you call them now?” Snod demanded urgently. He paused, searching Rees’ flat expression.
“Wait. Is this a real rental agency you’re referring to or are you—”
“Sarcastic! I’m being fucking sarcastic!”
“You’re being an asshole,” Snod groaned in frustration, following Rees to the horrid ice cream truck
defeatedly. He hopped in the passenger seat, reaching for a seatbelt and finding none.
This just kept getting better and better.
Rees climbed up behind the wheel with a dramatic huff, taking off his sunglasses. He snorted at
Snod’s disgusted expression and cranked the truck up.
Immediately, a loud and blasting musical jingle began to play over the speakers.
Snod had to cover his ears, gritting his teeth as Rees fumbled around the dashboard to turn the music
off.
“Sorry, the guy who hooked us up with this warned me sometimes it does that,” Rees chuckled
sheepishly.
“Are you actually taking this mission seriously?” Snod demanded sharply. “This is important. Very
important. If we fuck up, we are both very likely going to jail.”
“I am taking this very fucking seriously, assface,” Rees shot back as he began pull the truck out into
the street, pointing down to a hot pink duffel bag in between their seats. “Look! I packed a heist bag
and everything.”
Snod gave Rees an unimpressed glare, reaching down to examine the contents of the bag: rope, duct
tape, a bag of trail mix, and two neon pink Hello Kitty walkie-talkies. He held up one of the walkie-
talkies, quirking his brow as he drawled, “Really?”
“We have to be able to communicate,” Rees argued.
“And the trail mix?”
“My sugar could drop. It’s a long drive. I need snacks.”
Snod stared out the window helplessly and let his head drop back against the seat. He was definitely
going to prison tonight.
“Relax,” Rees soothed, guiding the truck out toward the highway. “Everything is going to be fine,
sweet thing. Remember, we’re doing this for Frankie.”
“You never did finish telling me how you met him. You said he saved your life?”
“Yeah,” Rees replied with a fond smile. “I first met Frankie when I opened up the bar back in ‘85. It
