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Leonard, the second guard, stepped forward with a slight smile.
Tom’s face maintained its expression while talking but his insides were churning like a tidal wave. This was a technique he had learned from a close friend, who told him, “The only way to be successful in this business is to be a duck. You must be calm and serene on the surface to fool your opponent, even though under the surface you are kicking and churning like hell.”
Tom never forgot.
“Let’s go,” said Tom.
The car sped down the driveway with Tom’s mind racing ahead
of it, dismissing ways his plan wouldn’t work. He still wondered if his girl had gotten out, his buddies were balanced on the edge of disaster, and he was working for a man who wanted his head.
“Hell no!” Tom affirmed to himself. “It’s not gonna happen!” “What would Clint Eastwood do in this situation?” he wondered, as the car raced forward.
He had the disks hidden in the neck of his coat ready to be mailed, but he had no way to get them out. He knew threats would not save him from Corin. Someone actually had to inter- vene. Who could he trust? No hoodlum he knew that would be his death knell for sure. It had to be someone honest that wouldn’t be in jeopardy just for having it. He had been busted by a fed a few years ago, and this guy seemed different like he actually cared.
“If I could get a message to him in time everything may work out. What the hell was his name? Okay relax. You’re trying too hard. Mickey? Nah. Victorio? Nope, that’s a criminal’s name. Seige! Seige damn Key! That’s it! I must have been too far gone with this project. What the hell was I thinking? I should have thought of this sooner. He could have . . . Maybe he still can . . . I’ve got to try.
“What’s wrong?” said the driver,” noticing Tom squirm.
“Oh, nothing. Just trying to make sure I don’t forget anything and blow this project. That’s all.”
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