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Chapter 1

Bitch in a Lexus Aweso around the corner The lane lights reserved for account holders only had switched froo, when the bank had closed, but the ATM lane’s light still glowed green

Green for the green Bracketup for this job had taken hell near forever Brack every car, knowing it would work only one ti behind the bank’s Dumpster

Now here she was My bitch Awesome

She wasn’t actually Todd’s, but he knew her sort Beauty-parlor babe, co too fast, ya away on the phone as she dropped by to tap the account for more cash Didn’t this one have a phone pressed to her head and a rock on her h-e would have called her All bucks, no bang

So Brackman tense The wind must have slammed shut the Dumpster lid he’d opened earlier to shade hiot about the noise and watched the SUV He guessed she would check hiiven it away, but here it actually made him look like he was on the job

As if he’d ever huht about his uncle George, who had huh to eat, a Chevette that farted sle-wide on a back lot in the Lake View Trailer Park Seee after his parents had kicked hisnot-faced on Wild Turkey every weekend What had it gotten old G? His heart crapped out, right in front of the drill press he’d run since Kennedy had been assassinated

The crank Brackman had squirted in the oldhe died had helped, but after George threatened to throw hi enough for one, anyway

Brack behind the Due had been pissed as always: not about Todd spiking his Folger’s, but about the plan He’d told hireen But the old prick had talked and se had been a sad-ass ancient fart, but he’d have cut his own throat before he turned faggot and started wearing perfume, the way he had in the dreaain Screw George This was a sweet idea, truly awesouaranteed score

Sweat soaked the front of his O’Malley’s Lawn and Tree Service uniform shirt The name Bobby had been embroidered over the pocket because Todd had stolen it frohbor That and some shit from the work trailer hitched to the back of Bobby’s rusted-out El Ca the car, but the nosy assholes at Lake Vieould have seen and called the cops

Lousy job for picking up any tail, Bobby had said once when they’d been sharing a little weed after a paintball

Bobby’s too-big unifor paintball and turned into a lazy fat fuck He’d even had to pay that skank, All-Night Lisa, for sex

Brack hand was like burning hundreds for the heat

Bobby lost his respect for Todd, too Why you keep saying "aweso" all the time? Sounds retarded Bobby wouldn’t play p-ball anye had croaked Bobby had even refused to lend him what he’d needed for this job

That hy Todd didn’t feel bad about sticking Bobby with one of the old

The bitch pulled up to the ATM and put the SUV in park Brack his head Phone down, arh her purse Two cars sat waiting on a green light a block south

Perfect Freaking awesome

Bracket closer He reached in his pocket for the paintball and found it wringing wet He eating buckets; once the bitch put out he’d have to link up with his supplier

The driver’s-side electricsilently zipped down and a tanned hand fed the ATM a debit card The autoteller’s cheerful recorded voice welcomed the bitch to the Anytime Money Service Center and asked for her PIN

Brackht for a second it ht explode Wait for it, dude, wait for it The ATM ers tapped the number keypad

The account services menu appeared

Bracke of the windshield, and slalass As the thick white paint exploded and the bitch shrieked, he grabbed her wrist and pressed the fourteen-inch blade of the chainsaw against her forearas motor blatted as it idled

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head, though, as he leaned in "Move," he told her, pressing the hot, dirty blade into her skin, "and I’ll cut it off"