“Three-point-five million!” Maxine cried with excitement clapping her hands as they walked through the parking lot. “I can’t believe you pulled that off.” She giggled as they reached the bike. “Carlos is going to flip when he hears you moved it all?”
“It’s not moved yet we have to wait for the call.” He said leaning against his bike. They had been in that bar for two hours downing tequila… well mostly him and that liquor-soaked worm probably didn’t help. His eyes were glassy, and his speech was slurred. She was pretty sure he was sloshed, and his eye was starting to bruise from the fight earlier that night. She had to admit he took one for the team tonight.
“Can you still drive?”
“Oh sure. I can always drive.” He said taking out his keys and dropping them.
“Maybe we should take a tax
