“Hey, I’m just fuckin’ with you all. Loosen up. Now… to business.”
They ran over details from a previous job, one that seemed to tie in with whatever assignment they were being given tonight. I caught bits and pieces, but most of what I heard was stuff I already knew as far as what kind of work the Lost Boys did.
It all sounded pretty straightforward—if breaking and entering could ever be considered straightforward—so I wasn’t quite sure why Bishop had seemed so on edge.
Flint finished laying out the final details of the upcoming job, and then the guys fell back into shooting the shit. I could tell Bish was trying to wrap it up, but apparently Flint was a bit of a talker. I was about to press away from the wall and return to the couch when I caught two words from raspy-voiced man that sent a chill down my spine.