2 Money In Hand (2/2)

Johnny looked to his left at the house. His head snapped back to the road ahead.

”Listen Jack. We have our money. Let's just leave.”

Logic kicked in for probably the first time that evening.

”Johnny you dumb ass, he knows where you live”

”Fuck!”

Johnny swore loudly and put his face in his hands.

”This is to deep Jack I didn't want it to go like this”

”Looks like that luck ran out this time”

”Don't say that!”

Johnny almost whined that last sentence. He looked around quick before he looked back at me. My head didn't leave it's spot. I was still somehow afraid the guy would know I moved and shot me from the house.

”Jack. I can stay at your place. My parents are out of town for a while so if he goes back to my house he won't find anyone to hurt.”

I sat there frozen in fear for a moment. I didn't know what to do. The last thing I wanted was that guy back in my car. I didn't want to feel that fear again. Johnny's head was on a swivel watching all angles for us. His head settled back on the house and that look of terror was back now.

”He is coming back Jack...”

It was an open-ended statement. Johnny wanted me to do something. Anything at all. He needed me to take control, and take control I did in the most spectacular way. I didn't even look to confirm the guy was coming back.

I put the hand break down and dumped the clutch at about twenty-five hundred. The Mustang roared to life and my back tires broke loose for a second screaming to the sky. The wet road didn't make for a good launch but the fox body still managed to get up and move quick.

I must have spun my tires all the way through first gear but second gear gripped hard and tore us down the street. Faintly somewhere in my head I could heard a gun being fired but the heartbeat roaring in my ears was by far the loudest thing to me at the moment.

I could hear Johnny faintly. Like he was so far away even though he was right next to me. His head was turned looking back down the street. His hand beating on the dash board as he screamed

”Go Jack! Fucking Go jack!”

Every word out of his mouth was some variation on telling me to fucking go. I redlined all my gears leaving the neighborhood. I slid some corners in the wet conditions as I was going stupidly fast through the small streets.

At some point the two of us calmed down. We found ourselves parked outside a gas station just sitting in stunned silence. Neither of us knew exactly what to say but Johnny was the first to break the ice.

”Thought you said the fox body was a beater. This thing moves”

”Engine is fine, and it is a cobra. The problems are mostly cosmetic or technical. Like the A/C doesn't work”

”Oh”

Was all Johnny said. We both took a deep breath almost in unison. He fished something out of his pocket. I can only assume it was the cash he was given.

”Well. We got paid. Wanna get some sodas?”

I let out a deep breath one more time releasing most of the tension I held. It was like taking a weight off my shoulders. My cynical and sarcastic wall was built back up now.

”Yeah, I could use something to drink. Guess having a gun to your head does that”

”You would know”

Johnny remarked off hand as he got out of my car.