Queen's Park

CHAPTER FIVE

“Gonna sit right down and write that bitch a letter,” Lester drummed his hands on the steering wheel while they waited for a green light.

“You sure you wanna mess with the old lady?” Marvin said.

“Nobody’s afraid of some old bitch hooked up to an oxygen tank. What’s Leona gonna do to us? Wheeze?”

“She sounded like she meant it.”

The light turned green, diesel smoke puffed from the exhaust of the dump truck in front of them. Lester pulled ahead to turn right off of Crowchild Trail.

“Where we goin’? The motel’s the other way,” Marvin said.

“Gotta pick up a few things at the Drug Mart.” Lester started to whistle then sang, “Gonna sit right down and write that slut a letter.”

“What kinda things?”

“They got everything I need for one of my special letters.”

“Like what?” Marvin wiped sweat on his pants.

“Latex gloves, black marking pen, tape, envelope and a dirty magazine.” He started to whistle.

Marv shook his head. “I don’t like it.”

“We’ll see how brave she is after losing some sleep. She won’t be thinking too straight when I get through with her. Then she’ll tell us what we want to know.” Lester started to sing as he turned into the parking lot. “Gonna sit right down and write that bitch a letter!”