Page 49 of Dick

Dick.

He was dressed in navy slacks, a white button-down shirt, and a black jacket. He looked like he was preparing for a photoshoot for GQ Magazine. I grinned and gave a silly wave, and then realized the only reason he would come in would be to see me.

I really liked looking at him.

“Hi,” Katie said, almost giggling as she said it. “Jess is over there.”

“Thanks,” he said.

“Hey,” I said.

“Son of bitch. Mr. Dick,” Patel shouted. “Patron?”

Dick waved. “No, just here to talk to Jess for a minute.”

Patel ran over and shook Dick’s hand like they were long lost buddies. “Nice to see you, Bro.”

Bro?

Dick patted him on the shoulder and stepped to the side. “I’ll holler at you before I go.”

“Right on,” Patel responded.

Right on? Seriously?

You fucking phony motherfucker.

“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

“Working. Why?”

“Fuck. Can you get off?”

“I can, I’m sure. I had the early shift today. I normally don’t work ‘till 3:00, but today I had the 11:00 to 7:00. What time are you talking?”

“I don’t know, like maybe 5:00. It’ll give us time to rehearse everything.”

Rehearse?

“Huh? What’s going on?”

“I need you to do something for me. You wanted to know if I needed a partner, right?”

Holy shit. Being involved in criminal activities. My dream come true.

I nodded like a fat kid who’d been asked if he wanted another piece of pie. “Uh huh.”

His mouth did the smirk thing it always did. “Well, I still don’t. But. I could use some serious help tonight. It’ll take two hours, maybe a little longer. And you’ll have to lie and make it sound convincing.”

It sounded mysterious. “Okay.”

“I’ll pay you a grand.”

I could sure use the money, but I couldn’t take it from him. “I don’t want your money.”

He waved me off. “What size shoes you wear?”

“Eight.”