Page 418 of Devil’s Disciples

“I like it,” Baker said. “Wearing the shirt while they’re on lookout will keep people from doing a double-take. In the car, they’ll stand out enough that people passing by will notice. Let’s plan on it.”

“Just like that?” Cash huffed. “We’re painting red and black letters on our chests because she thinks it’s a good idea?”

“It is a good idea,” Baker said.

“I don’t like it,” Cash said.

Baker shot him a glare. “Why not?”

Cash sat up in his seat and shrugged. “Just don’t feel right. You don’t like red, remember?”

“I’m the rabbit. There’s no red on me. I don’t give a shit.” Baker looked at the other three men. “Anyone else got a problem with it?”

“Tell you what I got a problem with,” Reno said. “I got a problem with getting tossed in jail. I’ll paint myself pink if that’s what it takes to slip by the cops. Personally, I’m kind of pissed off we haven’t been doing shit like this all along. I’ll volunteer for the “D”.”

“I’ll take an “S”,” Tito said.

“I’ll take the other “S”,” Goose chimed.

Baker gave Cash a nod. “Looks like you’ll be the “U”, Brother.”

Cash grunted.

“I’ll plan on bringing the body paint in here. We’ll do it right before we go. Be sure and shave those chests, fellas,” I said.

“Anything else?” Baker asked.

Other than the sound of Cash mumbling and indiscernible something, no one spoke.

Baker studied the college football game schedule for a moment, and then looked up. “Let’s plan on this Friday.”

We all stood. While Cash picked up the stray pieces of Chex Mix that he’d dropped in the couch, I noticed his wallet had fallen between the cushions of the couch.

“Is that your wallet, Goose?” I asked.

Goose reached for his back pocket and smirked at the same time. “Not mine.”

I gestured toward the wallet. “Cash, is that yours?”

He patted his hand against his pocket. His brow furrowed. He turned toward the couch. “I don’t understand what the fuck’s going on. This fucker keeps falling out of my pocket. I’ve never had this problem.”

“Have you gained weight lately?” I asked.

“What the fuck’s that got to do with anything?” he asked.

“You could have a case of the high ass,” I said dryly.

He looked at each of the guys. “What the fuck’s high ass?”

“The top side of person’s butt gets big when they gain weight,” I explained. “They get that shelf thing going on. That added pooch just pokes your wallet right out of your pocket.”

Cash looked at Tito. “You ever heard of high ass?”

Tito was as sick of Cash’s shit as Goose and I were, and had admitted it on a few occasions.

“Sure have,” Tito said. “It’s a condition one gets when they gain weight from a carb-rich diet. The top side of the Gluteus Medus and Gluteus Maximus muscles enlarge. Why?”

Cash glanced over his shoulder and tried to get a glimpse of his butt. After spinning in a few circles no differently than a dog after his tail, he pointed his butt at Tito. “Does it look bigger than normal?”