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“My favorite car is stolen?” Jess screeched.

“Long story,” I said.

She chuckled. “No wonder they were chasing us.”

“He should be scared,” I said. “Fucker owes me three hundred k.”

Seton alternated glances between us. “I’m just glad it’s over.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” I said. “So, mystery solved. But, I’ve got to find another fence, more buyers, and, well, everyone. This will make my job a little tougher.”

“I’ve got to get,” Seton said. “Headed out to Vegas tonight.”

“Don’t you dare gamble that money away, you idiot,” I warned.

He stood up. “I’ve got a win coming, I can feel it.”

“Bye Seton,” Jess said with a wave.

“See ya, kid.”

I nodded. “Seton.”

“See ya, Dick.”

“So what now?” Jess asked.

“Well, I said. I’ve got a diamond to sell. And it looks like I need to find a new crew. Fuck, who can you trust? That’s what I want to know. Who the fuck can I trust?”

Jess shrugged. “Nobody but me and Seton.”

“Isn’t that the truth,” I agreed.

And I knew, deep down inside, that she was right.

***

“What’sthe zero to sixty time?” I asked.

The salesman shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

“What do you mean you’re not fucking sure? It’s published somewhere, isn’t it? It’s performance data. This is a performance car, right?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Well?”

“I don’t know that we provide those numbers. It promotes speeding and street racing.”

I shook my head in sheer disgust. “It promotes sales. The car has almost five hundred horsepower. It weights three thousand pounds. What the fuck else is someone going to do with it?”

He shoved his hands into his pants pockets, pursed his lips, and shrugged.

The political correctness of society aggravated me.

“Get the keys to this little fucker, I want to drive it.”

“Let me get them,” he said.