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Lonnie was smart. He knew he was smart. He had always known he was smart. When he put his mind to it. Course he didn’t always put his mind to it. Most things weren’t worth putting your mind too.
His mother and father. They were wrong. Yeah. Way wrong. They said the drugs he had used had killed off all his brain cells and he would never be as smart as he used to be again. But they were so wrong. Even while he was on drugs he was smart and he had proved it.
Course he had to do something after he saw what had happened to Cody. Even his stuck up parents would probably wanted at least a joint if they’d seen what he had.
Too bad he couldn’t tell them how smart he was but then he would have to tell them all the rest and that would not be a good idea. No it would not.
After he found the body he headed over to Cody’s house as fast as he could and cleared out everything that was incriminating. Cody didn’t live in a real house. He lived in a garage that wasn’t even attached to the main house. If you knew how, and Lonnie did, you could go in and out through the alley without anyone seeing you.
The alley was unpaved and hadn’t been gravelled in years. It was passable if you had an older model car that wasn’t so close to the ground. Bushes grew untrimmed. They would scratch the sides of the car so you wouldn’t want to take a new one down it anyway. The bushes afforded plenty of hiding places, great to disappear into if the cops were looking for you.
A perfect place for someone who bought and sold drugs or worked for the CIA.
After he got the most obvious stuff out he started on stuff where a CIA agent might conceal something important as something innocent. Even if he thought it might not be incriminating but it might be he cleared it all out. All the electronics, cameras, computers, every DVD, CD, papers. He got everything out of the house as fast as he could.
Then he started taking stuff just because he could. After all Cody wouldn’t need it any more and Lonnie was his best friend.
Cody wouldn’t even care if all he did was trade the stuff off for drugs. Hey, they were friends, right? Cody would want him to get high, wouldn’t he?
It was starting to get dark and he was going back for another load. When he saw movement.
Lonnie discounted the police. They would go in the front way. Might be somebody about a drug deal though and Lonnie did not want anyone to see him here. He ducked behind a bush and waited.
It wasn’t a druggie and it wasn’t the police. It was Mr. Penn. He was looking for a back way into Cody’s garage. Eventually he found it.
As soon as he did Lonnie slipped past the way he had come and looked for a car that did not belong. It didn’t take him long to find it. It was the same car he had followed when he tailed Cody and the CIA agent out to the safe house. On the front seat was a briefcase.
Lonnie didn’t see any need for subtlety. If you parked a car looking like that in a neighborhood looking like this you were asking for trouble. Might as well give him some.
He picked up a rock. Smashed the window. Grabbed the briefcase. Stepped back into the alley and faded into the bushes. He had to stop himself from giggling as the car burst into a horn honking, light flashing, rooting tooting complaint over the intrusion.
If anyone had bothered to look, by the time they had, Lonnie would have already been safely concealed. In this neighborhood no one would admit to seeing anything anyway.
Two minutes later Mr. Penn came running down the alley to see to his car.
Thirty seconds later he stood in front of the smashed window naming the people who did this to him every swear word in the unprinted dictionary.
Lonnie thought to himself, “A man in a suit shouldn’t even know those words.”
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