“And just who is we Pop’s?”, said Jared.

“Yalls pictures all over da newpapers and the TV,” replied the older man. “It’s all okay wit me, you stickin it to da man and all, I got no beef witchew.”

Jared smiled, “Is that right old man? You aint with the FBI are ya know?”

“Do I be lookin like I be wit the FBI ?”, said the older man to the younger. “I spent me a fair amount time behind bars.”

“What did you do time for?”, Britney asked, as she wiped ketchup from her lips.

“A lil this, a lil a that,” the dark skinned man replied vaugely. “Names Hank”, he held out his callused hand, and Jared shook it, firmly.

The three left the diner together, Hank waving to them as he walked across the lot.

“Hold on there Hank, wait up man, would you be interested in hooking up with us on a job we got in mind?”, Jared asked.

“I’m listenin,” answered Hank.

Jared noticed a police car pull into the parking lot and motioned to Hank, “Get in the car, if you’re with us.”

Hank got in the car.