Nuclear Jellyfish

THAT NIGHT

A motel room door opened. Howard stepped inside.

He turned on the TV and sat at the end of the bed. SportsCenter. Howard opened his wallet and thumbed through the three hundred dollars of advance money for his first delivery to Miami.

He stopped for a moment to whistle at the most cash he’d seen in forever. Yes, he had been skeptical, thinking Steve was setting him up for some kind of scam, maybe looking to boost his whole souvenir collection. But then the meeting an hour later in the hotel restaurant where Steve introduced him to the distributor and the initial payment was made. No scams came to mind where the victim got a bunch of cash.

The billfold went back in his pocket. From another pocket came a small, padded brown envelope. He glanced around: Where to hide it? Steve had given him a few ideas. Howard got up to check behind a mirror.

A sound at the door. A magnetic key. Howard turned.

The door opened. Two massive men with long, stringy hair.

“I think you have the wrong room.”

“We have the right room.”

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