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Chapters (57)
  1. Welcome to the Game
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraphs
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. 15
  21. 16
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. 27
  33. 28
  34. 29
  35. 30
  36. 31
  37. 32
  38. 33
  39. 34
  40. 35
  41. 36
  42. 37
  43. 38
  44. 39
  45. 40
  46. 41
  47. 42
  48. 43
  49. 44
  50. 45
  51. 46
  52. 47
  53. 48
  54. 49
  55. Six months later . . .
  56. Acknowledgments
  57. Back Cover

Inside, the Yo-Yo and Eddie were heading for the same doors carrying a large metal case. The doors were smoked glass. They could see out, but people couldn’t see in—a fortunate state of affairs, since they saw Max and his colleague coming toward them but not vice versa. They veered over to the farthest set of doors.

Moments later they were in the back of Spencer’s car. Spencer scrunched up the ticket as they moved off.

“Head east,” said the Yo-Yo. “And you can take it easy.”

“I’m going to head around the top of Downtown,” said Spencer.

“Whatever,” said the Yo-Yo, removing his blue shirt and putting his own back on. Eddie did the same.

The Yo-Yo keyed in a code on the case and opened it. He whistled. Spencer looked over. A whole case of green looked back. Even in his distracted state, the sight gave him a thrill. Pity none of it was for him. The Yo-Yo shut the case and passed it back to Eddie. Eddie started unloading it into the duffel bag.

“We’re on Gratiot,” said Eddie a quarter of an hour later.

“Yeah,” said Spencer.

“What the fuck for? We’re goin’ northeast. We’re supposed to be heading southwest.”

“That’s right. And we will, in a while.”

“What do ya mean, ‘in a while’?” asked the Yo-Yo.

“Haven’t you noticed how quiet it is? For all we know they’re on us with a chopper.”

And they were.

44

44

Collateral Contingency

The same moment that you are seen as the best, the fastest and somebody that cannot be touched, you are enormously fragile.

—Ayrton Senna

Scott had wanted to pull the plug on the whole op when MSP held their chopper back, but the horses were out of the gates. He was pretty certain he was going to lose his job and rightly so, because one or two people would likely die as a result of this clusterfuck.

But the thought of what he might do when he was no longer a detective made him think of his buddy who worked for the coast guard. And now an orange coast guard MH-65, known affectionately as a Dolphin, was heading northeast from Brest Bay. One hell of a favor traveling at 160 knots.

On Gratiot Avenue, the Yo-Yo was wary of the change in plan.

“You fucking with us, Spencer? You know it would be a seriously bad idea to do that?”

“I’m not fucking with you. I’m being thorough. That’s what you’re paying me for. Just run with me on it. I’ve got us this far, right?”

“Get on with it then.”

“No, fuck that,” said Eddie. “Dom doesn’t wanna be waiting around for us. Stick to the plan.”

“He won’t care,” said the Yo-Yo. “Long as we get there clear. I can message him we’re gonna be late.”