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Where's the files? asked Pedro Luz.

I told you, said Bud Schwartz,we're through with that. We got a new career. He didn't sound as confident as he would've liked. Where the hell was Kingsbury?

I told you, said Bud Schwartz,we're through with that. We got a new career. He didn't sound as confident as he would've liked. Where the hell was Kingsbury?

The first thing they noticed about Monkey Mountain was the stink, which Churrito likened to that of a mass grave. Next came the insistent clamor of the creatures themselves, clinging to the chicken wire and extending miniature brown hands in hopes of food. Churrito lit up a Marlboro and handed it to a rhesus, who took a sniff and hurled it back at him. Pedro Luz didn't think it was the least bit funny; he was sinking into one of his spells-every heartbeat sent cymbals crashing against his brainpan. An act of irrational violence was needed to calm the mood. It was fortunate, then, that the monkeys were safely on the other side of the chicken wire. Every time one appeared on the mesh over his head, Pedro Luz would jump up and smash at it savagely with his knuckles. This exercise was repeated every few seconds, all the way to the Baboon Tree.

The burglars-and it had to be them, greasy-looking rednecks-were sitting on a bench. Nobody else was around.

I'm gonna be straight about this, said Bud Schwartz,I don't know shit about guns.

What if they dint?

Really? I'm having the time of my life. Bud Schwartz stood up and approached the two strangers.Where's the old man?

Bud, I don't like this.

Churrito laughed.Good work, he said to Pedro Luz.Excellent.

Now, said Pedro Luz,where's the damn files?

Bud Schwartz said,Don't move. The words fluttered out. Danny Pogue gaped painfully.

I told you, said Bud Schwartz,we're through with that. We got a new career. He didn't sound as confident as he would've liked. Where the hell was Kingsbury?

What if they dint?

Where's the money?

Really? I'm having the time of my life. Bud Schwartz stood up and approached the two strangers.Where's the old man?

Now, said Pedro Luz,where's the damn files?

Bud Schwartz was glad the children weren't watching. After the Japanese had moved on, Danny Pogue said:That was two hundred bucks right there, a Nikon with autofocus. I got a guy in Carol City fences nothing but cameras.

They did. Now be quiet.

Now, said Pedro Luz,where's the damn files?

The burglars-and it had to be them, greasy-looking rednecks-were sitting on a bench. Nobody else was around.

We give 'em to the old man and nobody else.

The first thing they noticed about Monkey Mountain was the stink, which Churrito likened to that of a mass grave. Next came the insistent clamor of the creatures themselves, clinging to the chicken wire and extending miniature brown hands in hopes of food. Churrito lit up a Marlboro and handed it to a rhesus, who took a sniff and hurled it back at him. Pedro Luz didn't think it was the least bit funny; he was sinking into one of his spells-every heartbeat sent cymbals crashing against his brainpan. An act of irrational violence was needed to calm the mood. It was fortunate, then, that the monkeys were safely on the other side of the chicken wire. Every time one appeared on the mesh over his head, Pedro Luz would jump up and smash at it savagely with his knuckles. This exercise was repeated every few seconds, all the way to the Baboon Tree.

In the parking lot, Pedro Luz and Churrito got into a heated discussion about bringing the IV rack. Churrito prevailed on the grounds that it would attract too much attention.

Churrito laughed.Good work, he said to Pedro Luz.Excellent.

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