- How much further? - Michael asked.
- 70 ... 80 miles, - Lincoln responded.
- Good, we should be hitting the double
K ranch by this afternoon, - Michael stated.
- Or we can keep driving, pick up LJ and hit Panama, - Lincoln interrupted, voice filled with concern and passion.
- We can't hit Panama! We can't hit anything! We can't do anything without the money. We need to find Charles' stash, - Michael raised his voice.
- I know some other guys who are thinking the same thing, - Lincoln exclaimed. When Charles told Michael about the stash, T-Bag, Tweener and C-Note were in the same room which means they could be going there as well. I sighed, focusing out of the window.
- Emma? - Michael hummed. I hummed back. - We're almost there. - i nodded, not saying anything back.
We eventually got to Tooele. As we drove through, the town wasn't that impressive.
- Tooele? - Lincoln hummed, testing the
town's name on his tongue.
- I think it's too-ill-uh, - Michael corrected Lincoln.
- Hell of a town, - Lincoln chuckled.
- small one, meaning we can find the ranch easier, - i said from the back.
- All we gotta do is get that money and
we'll be out of here by nightfall, - Michael explained, putting on his hat. Lincoln drove the car further into town.
I took the hat that was beside me, putting it on - Could we get a hotel soon? I need a shower, - i whispered walking close to Michael.
- soon, - Michael responded, - once we get that money.
We got to a payphone, a phone book in front of us as Michael pulled it out, running his finger along the paper to see for a double K ranch. However, it wasn't there.
- Well guess what, - Michael caught our attention. - no listing for a Double K Ranch, - he grunt, throwing the book to the side. Lincoln walked up to a town folk and asked where he could find a Double K ranch. The citizen was born and raised there, but still there was no knowledge of a Double K Ranch.
Michael was rubbing his face, frustrated with the whole thing.
- Looks like Westmoreland spent his
last breath blowing smoke up your ass, - Lincoln stated.
- How about property records?
- Right, every plot is mapped out with dimensions. It's a public record, - Michael finished her thought. - But if there is a tax assessor's office here, it's gonna be in there, - he said looking at the municipal building.
- so many cops, - i mumbled. We continued on our path, Michael grabbed my hand, squeezing it m. He pushed me forward, guiding.
- Stay calm. We'll be out of here in ten
minutes, - he explained to me and Linc.
One by one we entered through the metal detectors. After I went in, Michael went through and he was halted.
- Back up, - the officer said. - You wearing a watch?
- Yeah, - Michael mumbled, taking his watch off, making sure his tattoo was covered. - Nice day. - Then he went through the detector again with no alarm. - Thanks. - His hand found my waist as we went up the stairs to the archive room.
- This is exactly what we need, - Michael
said, pulling out books and placing them onto the table. - It's a map of every parcel of land. Topography, buildings, everything.... Karl Kokosing. Double K.
My eyes wandered the room, Lincoln did the same. My eyes narrowed onto an older man in the corner who kept ginacing at us. I leaned into Michael. - I don't like the way this guy is looking at us, - i stated.
- Same, - Lincoln added. Michael glanced up seeing that man walk away, he kept focusing on the book, flipping through the pages. - Where is 1213? - he mumbled more to himself. - Come on, man, we got to roll now, - Lincoln panicked, hearing talk from far away. - Come on. You got the map?
As soon as Michael got to the
1213th page, the page was missing.
- No. Someone else does, - Michael explained looking the over.
- Fuck, - i muttered, sighing.
- Someone got here before us. It's the only explanation.
We got the edge of the balcony and looked over, seeing a man walking. - Son of a bitch is still alive, - i muttered. His hair was blonde now and his hand was stitched back with a bandage. Michael and Lincoln walked behind them as i followed.
- Hey, Pretty! - Lincoln called and T-Bag turned around. Lincoln grabbed him, wrapping his arm around his neck, pulling him to his car. - What you gonna do, scream?
- I can't believe you're still fucking breathing, - i said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
- What the hell did you do to your hand? - Michael mocked.
