Driven To Distraction
Summer couldn't believe they put the fucking gag in her mouth. The zip cuffs were bad enough. Then they were lifting out of her own SUV, her brand new Toyota FJ and she figured, well, you steal that much cocaine from a guy, you better make the double-cross look real.
Gary lifted her shoulders and Boner had her by the feet and they dropped her on the cement floor of the garage. They didn’t look at her and she thought, good, don’t screw it up now.
Mick came through the door to the house, saw her and said, “Where’d you snatch her, the fucking pool?”
The bikini was Summer’s idea, make her look totally helpless, maybe distract him. She didn’t think it would work on Mick, but here he was, looking at her tits and her long smooth legs, saying, “You think there’s any hair on her at all?” and fucking Gary saying, “We can find out.”
Mick turned his back to her then and said, “So, she did this all by herself?” Got right to it. She watched Gary and Boner both back away, Mick walking towards them, holding out his hands, trying to look like a reasonable guy in his golf shirt and Dockers.
Summer rolled on the cold cement, got a little closer to her FJ.
Gary said, “Yeah, she did it, you know that.”
“Tell me.”
“Well, shit, you sent her, she went to Josh’s, she was supposed to get a sample, take it to Spaz, drive right over the fucking bridge to Canada, show him what we got.”
“But that’s not what happened,” Mick said.
They were all the way on the other side of the garage now, twenty, thirty feet at least, so none of them noticed her stand up, her back to the open trunk of the FJ. The scissors were right there and she cut the zip cuff.
Gary was saying, no, that’s not what happened. “She killed fucking Josh and took the whole stash.”
“Twenty kilos,” Mick said.
Summer thought, yeah, almost sixty pounds. Guy had it in a backpack. She reached into the bag and took out her Berreta nine mil.
Mick said, “But what was she going to do with it all on her own? Fifteen grand a kilo, who does she know can come up with three hundred grand?”
Boner saw it. He always was a little smarter. Gary said, “Who knows what she’s thinking, bitch,” which she thought was selling it too much.
Boner said, “No way, it wasn’t like that,” and Mick said, no? “What was it like?”
Gary was starting to panic, she could tell, thinking why didn’t it happen yet and then he saw Summer raising the gun, holding it in both hands aiming at Mick and he smiled. He said, “What the fuck, yeah, she stole it. We stole it. We’re selling it to Spaz, just like you planned, we’re just getting rid of you.”
Mick said, “I knew you little fucks were too ambitious.”
“Hey,” Gary said. “It was really her,” and nodded towards Summer coming up behind Mick.
She squeezed the trigger and hit Gary in the chest. Mick had his Colt out and he shot Boner. Then he turned around and looked at Summer and said, “You were right, they’re not exactly loyal.”
She said, “A guy in your position, needs to know where his men stand.”
“Did you even have to talk them into it?”
“I told you,” Summer said. “They came to me with this.”
“Shit.” He looked at the dead bodies, the blood flowing out of their chests and into the drain in the middle of the cement floor. “Come on, Emma’s here, you can take that bikini off, get in the hot tub.”
Summer said, “I know,” and Mick said, “You do?” and Summer said, yeah, and then she shot him. He said, “What the fuck?” and she shot him again.
Then Emma was standing in the door to the house tossing a bag to Summer, saying, “You should get dressed, we have to be at Spaz’s in an hour. Can’t cross the border like that.”
And Summer said, “You sure? Makes a good distraction.”