Chapter 8
4:30 AM“Dude, the f*****g guard’s gone.” The boy, a pimply youth barely into his teens, had watched Railroad Avenue for the past twenty minutes, waiting for the little Geo the guy drove to hit this end of his route, then turn in the other direction again. That would be their short window of opportunity to get to the pawnshop unseen. Fifteen minutes to get in and get paid, as much cash and goods as they could carry out, including a fine selection of guns they could turn over in short order, and then get the f**k out of Dodge.
But the guard was nowhere to be seen, and now there was the preacher, striding boldly down the tracks and shouting his stoned gospel to the world.
This was good. They could take their time now.
He turned the volume dial on the radio at his feet and li
