The Homewrecker Series ™

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When Lonnie needed money Lonnie stole a car. He knew where he could dump it for some fast cash. He could have earned a lot of money stealing one or two a day if he’d wanted to. Johnny, the owner of the shop wanted him too, kept encouraging him. Lonnie knew if he did the cops would get all in a snit and start laying for him. As it was he didn’t steal one often enough to be a major problem and nobody paid a lot of attention to his activities. It was Cody taught him that. “You get real heavy into something, people gonna notice. Cops gonna come looking. You gotta keep it down under the radar. Stay invisible.” This wasn’t a time to attract attention to oneself either. Lot of weird stuff going on. Somebody went into the animal shelter and stole vaccines. Lonnie wished he’d’ve thought of that. He wouldn’t’ve stolen vaccines for crumpled sakes. He would have stolen the tranquilizers. What kind of a high would you get off of those? You’d have ta try it anyway. If you had access. Then there was the drug dealer whose car they found by the river. So far nobody found a body, no signs of foul play. Just a car by a river with some drugs in the trunk. The owner was wanted for questioning. As he went through a stoplight he happened to look over to his right. A guy in a black suit sitting in a fancy car was parked tight to the curb. The car was one of those long black ones that looked like a wannabe limousine that didn’t quite make it. Cody was getting in the car with him. Drug deal? Not likely. More likely it was Cody’s handler. The CIA guy he kept working for. Lonnie’s heart raced. To trail a real CIA agent. Man that would be the max. That would take the bogie. Lonnie could show he had mock too. Lonnie had found a bag of weed in the glove box. He was glad of that. He could use a smoke to mellow him out right now. Normally he never brought any shit with him when he boosted a car. Cody taught him that. “Never mix your crimes. Anytime you doing a crime make sure drugs got no parta it. Otherwise they latch onto you. They will think they are pit bulls and you a hamburger. They won’t let go. If no drugs are involved you can slide under the cracks easier.” Cody knew. Cody slid. All the time. But today, after forever, Lonnie was one up on Cody. He was following Cody and his CIA handler. Lonnie pulled the baggie and papers out of the glove box. He was glad it was there. He felt loving and tender toward the person who owned the car. He really needed something to calm him down. He was so nervous he could barely roll a joint. Yeah, the owner of this car was one sweet person. Almost made him want to do something nice for them. But not return the car back where he got it, of course. That would be asking too much. It was getting harder to stay out of sight while tailing them. They were leaving town. Lonnie remembered Cody talking about a safe house somewhere out here. He’d bet that was where they were going.

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