Marcus stared at me for a moment and then caved, “Fine, if you say so.”
“Where do I deliver this,” I wondered, “and how much,”
“You’ll be well paid”
“I should go with you,” Charlie said. I shook my head,
“No, Chucky, I’ll be fine.”
“Ya,” Marcus tapped his shoulder, “She’ll do great,”
I trusted Marcus as far as I could throw him. He was a grease-ball.
“Take the envelope to a man named, Turk, at the Belagio in Vegas. You’ll know him when you see him. Wait for instructions,”
“That’s it?” I wondered. It seemed too easy.
“That’s it. Don’t open the package or the jig is up!” shrugged Marcus.
I turned, went to my room and I dressed. Bundling up for the cool desert morning, I kissed Charlie on the cheek and left with nothing left to say.
Life was good. We had money. A purpose & no parents to tell us what to do; how to live our lives. So long as I was with Charlie, my life felt complete. But we had to rid ourselves of Marcus. For now, he was useful, but he was just another parent telling us what to do! That’d change.