CHAPTER FOURTEEN

"I think we need to move on to another city," said the woman.

"No. Are you kidding me? This place is a fucking gold mine. All these drunken, sappy, sad people in the party city. This place is perfect. We've made more money here than in the last three cities combined. Besides, I think we're about to find a true gold mine."

"You always say that, Frank. There isn't any gold mine here. We'll get a few grand off someone, get a new car, paint it, sell it, and then we're right back where we were. You need to learn to conserve our money."

"Shut your trap, Brenda. We all agreed this was how we would do it."

"I don't want to quit," said one of the other men in the room. "That last bitch had some pretty sweet jewelry. Two Rolexes that belonged to her late husband. I got a pretty penny for those."

"You should have shared it with us," said Brenda.

"Nope. What we get on the credit cards or from cash is split. Anything else is ours," said the man.

"You need to choose the men more carefully. That last one was a big guy. Had I not drugged him, he would have overpowered me. We have to be more selective."

"Don't tell me what to do, Brenda. I'm the brains behind all of this. We've made hundreds of thousands of dollars. We're doing alright."

"Yeah, we're doing alright until your little friends from Syria want to know when they're getting their green cards. You've fucked with the wrong people, Frank. They're going to be pissed off that they gave you money and still can't enter the country."

"Are you hearing yourself?" he laughed. "They can't get into the country. We're taking their money, and the rest is up to them. If they can't find a way in, so be it. Not my problem."

"Don't you have a date tonight?" asked one of the other men.

"Yeah. I don't like this one. He openly talked about how much money he has, the cars he drives, all of it. I feel like it's a set-up, and it makes me nervous."

"Don't be paranoid. Just enjoy the ride. You know how to do that," he smirked.

"You're a fucking asshole. I enjoy the ride. So what. I like fucking, and some of these guys are a helluva lot better at it than you ever were." She grabbed her purse and car keys heading out the door. Turning, she stared at the three men. "Be careful. I think we're pushing our luck here."

"She's always such a worrier," smiled one of the men.

"I don't think she's wrong. I mean, we've been here for a few months now. We've been lucky that only a few people actually called the cops. The rest just filed with their credit card companies. Maybe Brenda is right. Maybe we should move on."

"No. Absolutely not. We've got a lot more money to get, and if I have my way, this will be the last place that we'll have to do this."

"Your call, Frank, but I'm not going to jail for you or for anyone. You killed Amber even after she'd been helping us. She didn't have to. She just wanted to be with you again. If you had been smart, you would have kept her until all this was done, then just bid her farewell. If they find anything in her apartment, you're going down."

"There's nothing there. I made sure of it. Besides, if I recall, you enjoyed her company as well. She couldn't be trusted. She's like the other bitch and wants to fuck anyone and everyone. I don't want someone like that on my team," he frowned. The two men shrugged, gathering their things for the evening. "What do you have tonight?"

"Divorced mom. Got everything from the husband, or so she says. I'm meeting her at a country club for dinner."

"Sounds promising," smiled Frank. "And you?"

"Twenty-five-year-old with a fucking hot body and Daddy's money to burn. I'm going to enjoy this one. She's been flaunting her sports car, fancy handbags and shoes, all of it. I'm going to bet I can get little Mandy to do whatever I want."

"I know you can," smiled Frank. "Have fun, boys. I've got an elderly woman in need of some companionship tonight. See y'all tomorrow."