Fast Getaway II Page #4

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just get Jesus

like every other con?

My boy!

Hey, what are you

doing here?

You weren't

supposed to be here

till next week.

I was in

the neighborhood, pop.

What's that?

New job.

Tony.

Hey.

What? What?

What? What?

What? What?

All right, patrice

is bailing on me.

She finally got tired

of you acting

like some kid

with expensive toys.

Thanks for all

your support, pop. Great.

Hey, I love you,

but I know you.

You know me.

Come on. Sit back down.

You want to talk about it?

No, pop. I don't

want to talk

about her now.

All right. Fine.

Wait a minute.

It's from those robberies

on the news.

These are tire tracks

from the scene?

That's right.

Bennington xgc-79s.

You can tell the tire

by looking

at the photos?

Yeah.

Come on, pop,

give me more.

Give me more

about the tracks.

Nothing. I just thought

it was interesting.

Oh, wait.

No cash was taken?

Nope.

No cash whatsoever.

Mira thinks

it's some sort of

big insurance scam.

Still, leave that money

just sitting there?

So you would

take it, huh?

No, I'm

making a point.

I myself

am reformed.

That stuff

don't tempt me

no more.

All I want to do

is my time,

get out,

and open

my tire store.

Sam Potter's on

a straight path,

or rather,

a circular one.

Ooh-whee,

I know this ass.

What?

Lily.

Lily?

Lily?

Your Lily?

His Lily?

Our Lily?

I mean, Lily-Lily?

Are you sure

about this, pop?

Trust me.

It's her.

Ain't that right,

Tony?

I don't want to

talk about it.

See?

Tell me.

This is Lily?

She's behind

these heists?

Lily?

Wait a minute. Lily's

got a great--hmm--

yeah.

But brains--no.

She must be hooked up

with somebody else.

Pop, this is an

unbelievable lead.

I can take

this to mira.

I solved the case.

Slow down, Sherlock.

We didn't solve

nothing yet.

We can't prove

that's Lily's ass.

O.K., what else?

You want to do this

with me?

Yeah, pop.

Just like old times.

You and me.

All right,

first things first.

We got to plan our work.

And work our plan.

All right. There's

something that bugs me

about this.

What are you

doing here?

I knocked.

Bullshit.

Yeah. I know.

Nice place, patrice.

Yeah. Real nice.

You and Nelson

have it good.

I don't live here.

We just have

our offices here.

Yeah. Actually,

actually, I knew that.

You two have a funny

kind of business,

don't you think?

What exactly is it

that you want, agent rankin?

Well, I'll tell you

exactly, patrice.

I want you to know

that as far as

I'm concerned,

Nelson Potter's

nothing more than

a common criminal.

Well, the court

said otherwise.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to make

a phone call to your office

to let them know

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