Next to the Exchange is a parking garage that serves downtown offices. Pull the Buick into a space. Once Liz and I go inside, I see Lucy's dietitian friend. During a bathroom break, I walk out to the Buick, change shoes and stuff the hat and gloves in my suit pocket.
After Liz' third drink, she becomes quiet. Begin flirting with the dietitian, although I can't remember her name. Take another bathroom break. Outside, I walk up a half block and cross the street to an alley running south. Sprint the four blocks south to the Z Bar and wait in the shadows.
After a couple minutes, Dick and the warehouse supervisor walk out. They split up and walk to their individual vehicles as I look about, pulling on the gloves and cap. Dick is the first to leave.
Close in on the supervisor, a bald guy with glasses. When he looks down at his keys, I run up and shove him against his pickup. He begins to struggle, but grunts and stands still when I slam his face into the driver's side window and press a thumb into his diaphragm. Removing his wallet, I bend over his ear and growl, "Now I know where you live, motherfucker." Punching his rib cage, I feel a slight crack. As his knees buckle, I slip into the shadows and sprint for the alley.
Check his wallet and find twenty-two bucks. Stuffing the cash into my pocket, I toss the wallet into a Dumpster and drop the gloves and cap into the bed of a passing pickup. Run back to the Buick, where I change shoes and straighten my hair.
Inside the Exchange, I find Lucy's dietitian friend, who is just leaving. After we flirt a bit more, I remember her name and offer to drive her home. She accepts, so I drag her over to meet Liz. "Megan and I've been talking, Liz. I'm taking her home. See you tomorrow." Liz hugs me and I split with Megan.
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