Bill was in Thompson meeting with his supplier. He got a laugh out of thinking of what the crazy bitch next door would do if she knew he'd left the stereo on a timer. He liked to drink and smoke up, but he was smart enough to not want to travel the road alone, so Dylan came along. The timer did the work of pissing off the bitch.

He supposed he ought to thank her. She was the reason for gravy train he rode right now; indirectly at least. He recognized a guy at the mall as someone they ...