The first couple of nights after robbing Old Lew, we hid out in our trailer and wondered if any of the cars driving by looked suspicious. We watched the news to make sure there wasn’t any stories on there about Harp’s place getting held up or that we might be at large. Around the second or third night, we started getting stir crazy.

Marshall stretched out in his recliner, sipping on a Terrapin Rye, and Deddy’s favorite gun laid on the armrest next to him. I watched a report about UGA’s spring practice when Marshall said, “I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take, Coy.”

“How much more of what shit?”

“This.” Marshall kicked the footrest down and motioned around the living room. “All we done since we stole that money is sit around here. We ain’t spent none of it. Ain’t even gone out and got groceries.”

“Marshall, I told you back at Harp’s place we’d have to take a few days and lay low. You know that preacher’s mad as hell and’ll want his money back.”

“Don’t you think if he was gone try and take it from us, he’d’ve already done it?” Marshall took a hard swig from his beer so that his Adam’s apple bobbed the way a fishing lure does when fish ain’t biting and went on. “Andy knows we live here and could’ve done led the whole church here if she wanted to. She ain’t done it yet though.”

“You ever think that they might be waiting for us to drop our guard?”

Marshall rocked back in the recliner and drank his beer until the can crunched in his hand and dropped it in a growing pile beside his chair. “It’s been three days, Coy. I need to get out into the world for my own sanity. Have a drink together at a bar and talk to some girls. I’m tired of looking at your face.”

Marshall was right. I was tired of sitting around with nothing else to look at but him. I loved my brother, but he wasn’t close to being as pretty as some of the girls I knew. We needed a night out to raise some hell. If for no other reason than to keep us from arguing.

There’s nothing more boring than sitting around waiting for something bad to happen.

“Where you wanna go?” I asked.

Marshall whooped and slung himself out of the recliner towards his bedroom and spoke over his shoulder as he went, “Figured Blackwood, and hit the Due South. I was talking with Brystal earlier, and she said she’d be there with some of her friends.”

“When the hell were you talking with Brystal?”

He stopped. “She called me when you were taking a nap.”

“We’re supposed to have our phones turned off, Marshall.”

“It was just a quick call, Coy.”

I sat on the couch while Marshall got ready. There wasn’t no way of knowing if he’d told Brystal about the money. We’d have more than just the preacher and his church after us if he did.