“He’s probably furthest away from professional out of the three of us. Don’t listen to him,” Sine says.
“The best advice you’ve given anyone,” Grant laughs.
“It seems like a good idea. You will help me after, right? Help me figure out who I am?”
They look at each again.
“Of course!” They all say at once and nod.
“Okay,” I reply.
“I’ll get the boss on the phone to tell him we got number eighty-six. After that, we’ll drop him off and play it by ear,” Karber explains.
“Sounds good to me,” Grant says.
“Hope you know what you’re doing,” Sinewy says.
I drink the rest of my beer as I get nervous and think about what’s going to happen. Are these guys really going to help me or are they just tricking me into following them so they can get the money and let me go back to where I came? This is too much, too soon, and I’m sitting here thinking what other options I may have. If I run again, someone else will find me. If I run, though, I got nowhere to go to so I might as well trust these guys and take a chance. I’ll just have to see what happens.