Chapter 23

I sped down the I-35 westbound towards Costco with my earbuds in and Green Day playing, this was the life: wind in my hair, music imploding my eardrums, nothing was more relaxing. Jack said he was gonna give Alex a bit of his cut since we didn't account for her in the initial divvying up of the cash, and I had given a portion of the mine to Miguel's friend since I didn't need as much, we had a god damned safe in our safe house with enough cash to buy California so being short a couple hundred thousand wasn't gonna break my heart. Pulling into the parking lot, I started the task of the century: finding a parking lot at 10:30 at night, luckily there was a lot to choose from. After parking my bike and opening a wormhole to let Jameson out to watch over it, and stretch his legs, I headed towards the store.

"Umm excuse me, sir?" Came from the bitch who took her job way too seriously.

"Hmm?" 'Seriously, you're not working for the secret service, you're a check-in clerk at a fuckin' Costco,