Volatile Chemicals

I sipped my coffee. “I risked my life in there, almost got shot. I coulda got shot. Probably saved your life. We never shoulda gone in there in the first place. I warned you what was in there and you didn’t believe me. It was entirely your fault we got into that fucking mess.”

“Are you negotiating?”

I sipped my coffee.

Primo said, “Suppose we split the cashbox 50/50 this time instead of 60/40 like last time.”

“You think you deserve it? We both coulda died, two innocent crooks did for sure, and the god damn salon went up in flames.”

He took the last bite of his burger, grabbed the remaining fries, dipped them in catsup, and crammed them into his gob.

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