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dealing with. “Ok, but why.”

“He wants us desperate. He wants to press us full court and make sure we don’t have any moves we can make.”

“If we had credit,” Paul said, as he understood what was happening, “We could run and wait for things to calm down a little. But without any credit cards we can’t even put gas in the car, which means the only way to run is for us to go get the money.”

“And lead Raff right to it.”

The waiter returned with two Styrofoam boxes and the check. Chloe nodded to Paul and he gave the server his debit card. A few minutes later he returned and said that the card had been declined. Chloe gave him one of her cards instead. It came back declined as well, so they ended up paying with Raff’s cash.

“Fuck,” said Chloe. “He’s a sneaky bastard.”

“What?”

“That card I used, I didn’t think he even knew about it. It’s from one of my hidden accounts.”

“Jesus…how much does he know?”

“Apparently he knows as much about me as I know about him,” said Chloe. “I could empty or freeze a dozen of his accounts if I needed to, but I don’t think that’ll help us right now. He’s probably got the whole Crew behind him on this and I can’t beat all of them together.”

“So we proceed with Plan A then,” said Paul. 

“Yep,” she said as she stood up to go. “Let’s hope Raff doesn’t know all of my secrets, or we really are fucked.”

CHAPTER 33

The U-Store-Right facility allowed its customers 24-hour a day access to their storage lockers. Every customer had a unique code that gave them access through the front gate as well as another code and a key that were both required to open the actual locker. Ten years ago the lot had state of the art security cameras and three roving guards at all times. These days the staff was down to one man in a security booth who watched a video monitor that only received signals from the 30% of the cameras that still worked and only worked days. Spread out over an acre that consisted of row after row of metal-doored mini-garages, the whole place looked shabby and rundown during the day. At night it was downright menacing.

 It was after 9:00 PM when Paul and Chloe pulled up to the front gate and reached out the window and typed the entrance code into the battered metal keypad. A motor kicked into life and the chain-link gate shakily opened in front of them. They crept forward into the facility, headed towards a row of storage lockers near the back of the lot. They both peered out into the darkness in search of signs that anyone else was lurking around. Every locker had a light over its doorway. Together they would have provided plenty of illumination down each row, but more than half of them were burned out or broken, leaving puddles of darkness large enough to hide a car. No way of knowing if they were alone or not.

Chloe pulled to a stop in front of the door marked G13. It was one of the units with a busted light, so she left the car lights focused on the door as they got out and made their way to the locker entrance. Paul keyed in a code on the pad next to the door, and the LED above the lock switched from red to green. He then produced a key from his pocket. It stuck in the lock at first, but he worked it carefully for a few seconds and finally the tumblers fell into place. The lock clicked and Paul said, “Ok, here we go.”

“You’re making the right decision, Paul.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s what you keep saying,” still speaking as if Raff were secretly listening, which he probably was. He leaned down and pulled up on the bottom of the garage door entrance. With a loud clatter it rolled up towards the ceiling, revealing a ten by twenty foot room packed to the ceiling with boxes. Paul flicked a light switch on the inside wall but nothing happened. He angrily flipped it up and down several more times but still nothing happened. “Of course,” he sighed. “The fucking’ light’s out. Hold on a sec and I’ll go get the bag.”

As Paul rummaged around inside the storage locker, two figures stepped out from around the corner. One of them, the smaller figure, remained hidden in the shadows, but the tall, lanky man stepped confidently forward. It was Raff. Chloe looked at him in surprise.

“What’re you doing here?” she hissed, loud enough for Paul to hear. “What the fuck, Raff?”

He silently jogged up next to her. “It’s ok,” he said. “I’m just making sure everything goes down smooth.”

“How the fuck did you find this place?” she asked in a low, angry voice. “I told you we’d meet up with you tonight.”

“Just calm down, Chloe, everything’s fine.”

There was the low rumble of an engine from behind them, towards the entrance to the lot. A car turned into view, running with its lights off. It was a big old ‘78 Cadillac.

“Who’s this?” she asked Raff, her voice louder than it should have been if she was trying to keep quiet, but loud enough for Paul to hear her inside the locker. “How many people did you bring with you?”

“Shhh,” said Raff. “It’s ok. We just want to make sure nobody gets hurt.” He stepped in close to put an arm around her shoulder but she danced away from him and towards the open entrance to the storage locker.

“Hurt?” she practically shouted. “Why the fuck would anyone get hurt, Raff?”

The car stopped right behind Chloe’s vehicle, blocking her in. Two more people got out of the car, and even in the dim light they were recognizable as Kurt and Filo, both of whom Raff had originally recruited into the group. They wore long coats and had their hands stuffed in their pockets.

“What the fuck is going on here, Raff? Why’re Kurt and Filo here?” Chloe shouted. “I told you I’d handle everything.”

“I know,” said Raff. “But we had a little talk,” he gestured to the Kurt and Filo, “And we decided to switch things up a bit. You know, keep it interesting.”

“We were getting you the money,” she said. “That’s why we’re fucking here. To bring the goddamned money back.” She paused and looked up into his smiling face. “Or is that not what you wanted, Raff? Did you have something else in mind?” She pointed towards the figure that still lingered in the shadows at the corner. With Raff in front of her, Kurt and Filo to her left and the stranger to her right, she had nowhere to run. “Who’s your friend there? Are you cutting him in too?”

“It’s ok, Chloe,” said Paul, emerging from the storage locker with a blue vinyl duffle bag in his hands. “I’ve got the money right here.”

“Hey Paul,” said Raff. “Good to see you.”

“Uh-huh,” Paul replied, noncommittally as he stepped forward past Chloe. “Here,” he offered Raff the bag.

“What’s that?” Raff asked. 

“The Goddamned money,” Paul snapped.

“Really? That’s great Paul. I know it sucks, but this is for the best.”

“You didn’t trust me to come back with it, huh?”

“Well, you did leave pretty angry this afternoon. I’m just here to make sure you make the right decision.” 

“Uh-huh,” Paul repeated as he stepped forward and dropped the bag at Raff’s feet with a heavy thump. He then retreated back to Chloe’s side. Raff continued to stand there, still smiling. Filo stepped forward and picked up the bag.

“You gonna count that here?” Paul asked.

“Count what?” asked Raff, mock confusion in his voice.

“The damn money!” Paul shouted.

“Oh…yeah, hey Filo, why don’t you take that back to the trunk and count it real quick? We’ll wait here.”

Paul had a hard time hiding his anxiety as he watched Filo gingerly take the duffle bag to the car. He popped the trunk open and set the bag inside, but with the large trunk door open, Paul couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. 

“Giving up that money sure must hurt, huh Paul?” Raff said, ignoring Filo. 

“What’s up, Raff?” Chloe interjected. “What’s with all the screwing around?”

“Fine,” said Raff. His whole countenance changed in an instant, the friendly smile and open posture morphing into a menacing grin and an aggressive forward lean. “Cards on the table time, Chloe?”

Chloe responded in kind, puffing out her chest and taking a step towards Raff. “Absolutely. Let’s lay it all out there.”

“You knew we were following you,” Raff stated.

“Of course we did.”

“And you knew we were listening.”

“Obviously.”

“And yet you played along as if you didn’t know. You led us here.”

“So it would seem.”

“Then you tell me, Chloe, knowing you as I do, and knowing all that, why on Earth would I believe that the bag Filo’s examining so carefully actually contains the money?”

“Only one way to find out.” She turned towards the car and shouted “Hey Filo, you find the money yet?”

“Shut up, Chloe,” Filo called back. 

“Just open it, for God’s sake!” she shouted.

“Shut up, Chloe!” he returned, louder than before.

“Shush now,” said Raff softly. “He needs to concentrate.” He called over to Filo, “You take your time. We’ll wait.” Filo grunted in reply and Raff turned back to Chloe. “So tell me, Chloe, when did you turn against the rest of the us?”

“I could ask you the same question,” said Chloe. “In fact I will. When did you turn Raff? Was it when I took Paul with me to the beach instead of you? Were you jealous?”

“You’re projecting your own drama onto me.” Raff smiled “What is it about this guy anyway?” He gestured to Paul. “I mean, he’s a fine fellow and all, but why the special treatment? How did he go so quickly from mark to best buddy? How did you decide to let him keep his money? And why, pray tell why, weren’t the rest of us consulted?”

“We’ve had this conversation.”

“Yes,” Raff said thoughtfully. “Yes we have. Fine then, let’s move on to new business.” He turned again towards Filo. “How’s it coming?” he shouted. Another grunt from Filo. 

“Almost there,” said Raff as his gaze turned back on Chloe. “Let’s talk about Paul for a minute.”

“Do we have to,” Paul said with a sigh. “That seems to be all anyone wants to talk about these days. Me and my money.”

“You and your stolen money,” Raff corrected.

“Whatever,” said Paul.

“What about Paul?” asked Chloe “Do you want to know if his cock is bigger than yours? It would have to be, wouldn’t it?”

Raff laughed. “Leave it to Chloe to bring things down into the gutter. No, I was actually going to sing his praises for a moment.”

“This should be good,” said Paul. 

“You’re pretty good at this whole thing, Paul,” Raff continued. “Your plans are clever, if a tad over-complicated. You’ve got the fire for the life and, judging from your performance this afternoon with me and in the car as we listened in, you can play the face to face con, too.”

“Thanks,” said Paul, although he didn’t mean it.

“You’ve even got the secret of successfully lying to people – always include a little bit of truth. You said your money was in a storage locker and,