“Last time we did business you stiffed me, Jacobs.” She said.
"I’d like to stiff you twice more and then make you breakfast.” I threw her my most charming smile.
“Shut up.” She punched my arm but couldn’t quite hide the smile playing across her lips. I still got it.
“You look like shit, Rex. You finally piss off too many of the right people?” She asked. I tried to avoid all the Right People but in a city like Chicago that was next to impossible.
“Chicago P.D.” I grunted.
“Yeah, I know something about stolen Robs but your stingy ass needs to pay up.” She said, getting back to business.
I knew the drill. I passed her a pack of my cigs. Damn things cost an arm and leg but if this information panned out I could finally get to the bottom of things.
She pocketed my pack quickly, cleared her throat and continued holding out her hand.
I handed over the last of my supply.“This is my last pack so this better be good.”
“Stolen Robs all over town are being moved over to this place off Division and Milwaukee. Back alley kinda place. They open up after midnight.” She said, keeping her voice low and glancing around the abandoned street.
Lightning danced across the darkened sky followed by a deafening crack of thunder. If I was the type of asshole that believed in omens I might take this as a warning. Instead I’m the type of asshole that takes it as a dare.
“Looks like I gotta date. About time, it’s been a dry spell.” I tried to sound cool, but Theresa has always been able to see through my bullshit.
“Be careful, Rex” she grabbed my wrist and looked up at me with her big blue eyes. “These guys aren’t the type of guys you mess around with.”
“Sweetheart, I’m always careful.” I lied.