"Yeah? Well what about my waitress?" he said. "Issheever going back inside?"
"Oh shut up," I said. "I'm not your waitress anymore. They sent me home."
He shrugged. "That's the breaks, Betty."
With a sigh of irritation, I turned around to face the commotion. The trunk was still thumping. Mobsters, my ass.
A second later, Shaggy jostled his way between me and Wool Coat. "I'm telling ya," he said, "ten bucks says it's mobsters."
"You're on," I said. My gaze narrowed. "But I wanna see the cash up front."
Shaggy made a show of patting his pockets. "I'm a little short," he said. "Take an I.O.U.?"
"Hell no," I said.
Wool Coat spoke up. "No sense in betting," he said. "It's not mobsters. It's just a couple of frat boys."
"Really?" I leaned around Shaggy. "How do you know?"
"The police have been talking to 'em ."
"How?" I said.
"Through the trunk."
"If it's a frat thing," Shaggy said, "it's gotta be Sig-Eps. Those dudes are totally whacked." He elbowed me in the side. "Heh, whacked. Get it?" He chuckled at his own joke. "See, maybe theyaremobsters."
"If anyone's whacked," I said, "it's you."
He beamed. "Thanks, Betty."
"It wasn't a compliment." I leaned toward Wool Coat. "Why don’t they just open the trunk and get it over with?" I asked. "What are they waiting for?"
Just then, a big tow-truck rumbled up behind the police car, moving slowly to allow the crowd time to shift out of the way.
Wool Coat pointed to the truck. "They're waiting for that, I guess."
"Alright, people!" the shorter of the two police officers yelled. "Everybody back!"
Soon, a burly guy with a beard emerged from the tow truck. He grabbed a tool box from the back and approached the officers. And then, flanked by them, he approached the back of the car and went to work.
A few minutes later, the sedan's trunk flew open. The crowd grew absolutely silent, waiting and watching. The officers leaned in for a closer look.
Between them, the tow truck driver scratched his chin. His eyebrows furrowed. "Now, that's a first," he said.
Slowly, a couple of figures emerged from the trunk – two half-naked men in ski masks.
At first, no one made a sound. And then, a woman behind me snickered. That's all it took. A second later, the crowd burst into laughter as the two guys stumbled out onto the pavement.
Next to me, Shaggy was practically salivating onto his phone. "Oh man," he said. "This is gonna be the best payday ever."
Aside from the masks, the guys wore only two things – bling and their underwear.
"Huh," Shaggy said. "You know what? I've got underwearexactlylike that."
I glanced at the guys. One wore striped boxer shorts. The other wore tiny black briefs that left very little to the imagination. I gave Shaggy a sideways glance. "Uh, the boxers?"
Please be the boxers. Please be the boxers.
