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  Mickey let out a sigh, and said, “So, how did you manage to get the booze out of Tim’s joint?”

  “I didn’t,” said Desmond.

  “Do tell,” said Mickey.

  “I knew he was on edge. I could tell from the looks of him that something was bothering him when Sean and I first got there earlier in the night. Then he stuck around. I heard him talking with his guy about how you tipped him off, and I have to say I was pissed. But, I figured if I couldn’t do the job last night, I’d raid the place when he thought the coast was clear. I was afraid he was going to sit in the bar all night, but he ended up parking across the street staking out the place. So we took the stuff and waited for him to leave.”

  “But, where did you put the stuff?” said Mickey.

  “That was the genius part,” said Desmond. “The great thing about having a business in a home, or what used to be a home, is there are areas seldom used and less often thought about. Sean and I hid out in the attic. When he set up in his car we climbed down. Originally we were going to do this, then one of us would have fetched the truck so we could load up everything, but that was out of the plans for the moment. So, we did the next best thing. We gathered up all his stuff and put it in the attic. This way, our job was done in Tim’s eyes. Sean and I would come back later and gather up the loot when it was safe, but when he called you… Well, what was the point after that? Job’s done, message sent, and my so-called test was passed. Putting everything back was simple since we didn’t have to worry about being seen.”

  “Ha,” laughed Mickey as he slapped the table. “Now that’s fucking genius.”

  “So, I have one last question,” said Desmond. Mickey’s laughter waned off. “When do I get paid?”

  Mickey opened a drawer in his desk and retrieved a wad of bills and slid it across the desk, which Desmond picked up. “Just like we agreed,” said Mickey.

  “So, what’s the next job you need done?” said Desmond.

  Mickey grinned like the devil as though something were falling into plan. “Nothing now,” he said, “but soon enough I’ll give you a call.”

  About the Author

  Jacob Power is a Louisiana native and lives in West Monroe. He is a graphic designer who worked on several ad campaigns for New York Times Bestsellers. His first published short story, “Frank Winston” is available in multiple ebook formats. For other samples of his writing, and design work, visit his website at www.JPowerDesign.com. Share this story with friends, and follow Jacob on Twitter at @PowerJacobE.

  If you enjoyed this story check out Jacob Power’s other short story, “Frank Winston,” available on Kindle, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, and Kobo.