Chapter 11

They placed their order and waited for the waitress to leave.

"I'd say the plan worked out as well as we could have expected," Henry said and got nods all around.

"The turd getting hit by a car was an unexpected bonus," Rick added.

Kevin frowned. "Seriously fucked up that sweet corvette."

"Yeah, Todd's dad is going to seriously fuck him up. The old bastard loved that Vette more than Todd," Henry chuckled. "I do feel bad about the car, though."

"So, we shouldn't expect Marin back anytime soon, yes?" Kevin asked.

"How the fuck should I know? I'm not his doctor," Henry snapped.

They were quiet for a minute, then Rick frowned at Greg. "We should have amended the list of recipients for that message."

Greg looked at him in confusion. "What?"

"Yeah, to exclude our girlfriends," Rick explained.

"Seriously. Did you want to paint a bullseye on us?" Greg asked incredulously.

Henry spoke up. "Rick, there are a numb