He has his quirks and some may consider him insane. “We’re officially on your time now. You want to stop to eat? We stop.” He looked over her at the first light that caught them. “Any place in particular or am I stopping at the first place I see?” He didn’t want to say it but +
“Cool, just making sure. Don’t want to surprise nobody with a gun.” He slides into the car and starts it up. Bernard took the information in stride he had no qualms about shooting and/or killing someone. “Where to?”
“Nah.” He thumbed over his shoulder at his rusted pride and joy. “I’ve had worse than cigarette smoke in it, just crack a window.” Walking to the driver side he leaned on the roof. “I need a…?” He motioned the universal sign of a gun with his fingers.
“ASAP.” He buried his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Whenever you need me I’ll be ready to go. Ain’t doing nothing but rotting inside this motel.”
“Bernard, you?” Definitely not the cop type. The ‘or something’ answer sent a message that she really wasn’t interested in sharing that info. “And more importantly, is the pay good?” That was the only determining factor in his decision didn’t actually need many details.
Gold teeth finally appear as he cracks a little grin. “I could do that. You got a club or something?” Curious what he’d actually be watching and how much trouble to expect.
“Really?” He attempted to mask the sound of disbelief on his voice but failed. “What would you need?” Brow raises high.





