“You See There Are Three of Us”
after tonight there will be four- baby, I won’t joke with you
- check the gun room
- keeping Enzo from whispering sweet nothings
- — and those crocodiles
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“You see there are three of us,” Oscar said, gesturing with his chin at the men flanking me. “After tonight there will be four. You will be called back. Recycled. Pensacola will be remembered.”
“Baby, I won’t joke with you,” I replied. “I can’t come back. Much as I want to.” My only chance was to confuse them. “You know Pensacola couldn’t be helped. Florida dumpsters, man. Alligators.”
“Those were American crocs, you ignoramus!” Oscar hissed.
“I know, sorry. I got confused. You know that’s how I am. Why I forgot to check the gun room before my run that night.”
The other two garbagemen muttered behind me, and I realized I knew them. I had met them in Milan. Oscar glared at Alonzo, keeping Enzo from whispering sweet nothings in his ear. They were becoming distracted, which was what I wanted, but now I had become intrigued. Italian scab sanitation workers posing as union muscle? It couldn’t be a coincidence that the Pensacola debacle was being dredged up after all this time — and those crocodiles…
bonus points for using them in order