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Josephine sat in the back, a phone a short distance from her ear as Eddie yelled into it, "He's dead! He's going to be worse than dead! I'm gonna rip those mission control glasses off his head and I'm gonna shove him up his ass! And I'm gonna reach up a little further and I'm gonna pull that big-ass brain of his right back down through his asshole! You got that? And don't you think that I'm all sunshine and rainbows with you, little miss sunshine! You helped him too! You hear me?"
Seeing as his raging rant that went on for two minutes or so was over, she finally put the phone back to her ear. She spoke in her normal, kind voice, "I hear you, Eddie, I hear you. I'm sorry Richie and I took your score."
"Well, you should be." He said harshly to the girl but sighed, "Just get that truck, you hear me? And be careful, I don't want to hear that you got hurt while trying to fix those boy's messes."
Josephine smiled, "I will, don't worry. I'll call you as soon as we get the truck back, alright?" Josephine hung up Seth's phone and handed it back to the man driving.
"What did he say?" Richie asked turning towards the girl.
"He sends his love," Josephine said sarcastically.
"Why did you even call him?" Richie asked annoyed.
"Because he's been tracking this for years and years, and you just waltzed right in and screwed everything up," Josephine said feeling bad for the old man. She truly did like Uncle Eddie. Over the past few days, he took her in when Richard did something to piss her off. He was a crazy son of a bitch, but he was also good company.
"Besides, he knows a sheriff that's as crooked as a Picasso painting." Seth added keeping his eyes on the road, "He'll help us find the truck."
"We don't need any help," Richie snapped at Seth.
"I'm sorry, but is there some kind of snake radar in that melon of yours, now?" Seth asked glancing sign at Richie, "As far as I can tell, we're flying blind here."
"Hey, look, Blanchard said it's up I-45. I would have had the answer if you hadn't started blastin' away like it was the goddamn Tech Noir." Richie said annoyed.
"I wasn't going to take any chances, okay?" Seth explains, "And I'm not going to take any chances with this truck."
"Aw, are you gonna save the little girls? You the defender of justice? Is that why you got the little flames tattooed on your neck? You know, maybe you should get a chest dragon like Iron Fist." Richie said harshly.
"Look, I am not a defender of justice, okay? But I am the archenemy of dumb-assery, of which you are king," Seth argued back, "The ink I got from my girl. Who also almost died because of you, by the way."
Richie looked in the rearview mirror at Josephine, whose eyes grew soft at his words. She sat back not wanting to listen to Seth anymore.
"Are you fucking serious, man? You pick up a girl who does fucking tattoos for a living when you have a girl like Josephine in your back seat. You know, I don't know how the fuck she did it, but she stuck by your side. She didn't even wanna fucking leave you when I came knocking, I had to beg her to come. Is this new bitch just another version of your crazy ex-wife because they all are - everyone one of them but Josephine." Richie said which caused Josephine to feel a bit better.
