CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The Doctor
The Doctor squeezed the clutch and shifted down to first gear. His indicator light was flashing as he turned into the supermarket’s parking lot. He headed over to the back corner, his bike’s thudding engine setting off a car alarm as he drove by.
The man was waiting for him. Sitting in an inconspicuous beat-up old Chevy pickup the Mexican gang leader, Gabriel “Angel” Marquez sat patiently.
The Doctor pulled up alongside the truck and dismounted as Angel emerged. Lean and fit, he looked at least a decade younger than his forty five years. I look younger though. They gave each other cool looks of acknowledgment.
“We’re even?” asked Angel.
The Doctor nodded. “Even.” Go fuck a piñata we’re even.
“Your men okay with that?”
“Of course they’re not okay with that. But they know we’ve been played - we both have.”
Angel spat onto the ground in disgust. “Any ideas man?”
The Doctor sighed. “I’m looking into it. I might have a lead from the meth junkies who attacked Jase.”
The gang leader raised his eyebrows. “Want us to have a go with them? We’re pretty good at getting tongues loosened.”
The Doctor let out a soft laugh. “Me too. It’s a bit late for that now anyway.” Better get rid of the bodies soon. The Doctor unconsciously ran his hands over the slight bulge in the pocket of his jeans where his digital voice recorder was located. He had everything he needed from the dead drug addicts right there.
The Mexican caught the Doctor’s knowing look and nodded. “This ain’t right. We never had no beef with you before. Now we got bodies piling up and my boys aren’t exactly happy either.”
“We’ll get to the bottom of this. Then your boys and my boys can sort it the fuck out.”
Sunlight glinted off of the gold grill in Angel’s mouth as he let out a big grin. “That’d be good hombre.”
The Doctor offered a hand. “We cool?”
Angel grabbed it tightly with his own tattooed hand. Prison tats. Look like shit.
“We ain’t cool. But we’re okay for now. Keep your men reigned in.”
The Doctor nodded. “Will do. And the other thing?”
Angel raised an eyebrow, “You sure you want it how you said?”
The Doctor nodded.
“Tonight.”
He nodded again. “Peace.”
Dumbass.
As the Doctor rode away he laughed to himself. Everything was working out beautifully.
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