Bad Doctor

5

Willow and Cameron.

“Let it go,” Cameron says.

They’re in Willow’s car, in Chris Fowler’s driveway.

“No fucking way! That bastard ripped us off! Not just the five grand, but every nickel we made at the club tonight. Not to mention the blow.”

“He’s got a gun, Willow.”

“He’s also got a wife.”

“So?”

“He’ll pay us to keep quiet if he knows we’re serious.”

Cameron bites her lip. “I don’t know. The whole thing could explode in our faces.”

Willow says, “We’ll drive away, come back first thing in the morning, follow him to work. Then we’ll march in his office and tell him to fork over ten grand.”

“Ten?”

“He stole twenty-six hundred in cash, two hundred in coke, and cheated us out of fifty-five hundred.”

“That comes to eighty-three hundred.”

“Eighty-three?”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’ve always been good at math.”

“Well, the extra’s for our time and trouble.”

She sees fear in Cameron’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s staring at us from the window.”

“So?”

“He’s holding a phone. I think he’s calling the cops.”

“ Shit!”

Willow throws the car in gear and backs out of the driveway so fast her tires squeal.