Savages

139

Later that night

Ben and Chon sit in the office on Brooks Street watching Jeff and Craig do-do the computer voodoo.

Jeff, clad in board trunks and a T-shirt, leans back in his chair with the lappie on his, uhhh, lap, and his bare feet up on the desk. He sucks on a joint and looks at the screen, while Craig, on the headset, talks Dennis through it.

Craig is dressed formally for the occasion—jeans, tennis shoes, a shirt with sleeves. He puts his hand over the mike, smiles, and says, “Your boy is nervous.”

“Can you break through the DEA firewall?” Ben asks.

Craig rolls his eyes. Jeff smiles and says, “We know the guys who wrote the software. Nice dudes, but …”

“Got him,” Craig says.

He spins his chair so Ben can see the screen.

“Easy squeezy now,” Craig says into the mike. “I’m looking at what you’re looking at.”

He starts speaking geek—combos of numbers and letters, “alt” this, “enter” that. Every once in a while he breaks into an Indian accent because he thinks it’s funny. (“Just trying to dial down the vibe.”) It isn’t. About twenty minutes later Craig says into the phone, “Okay, hit the button and you give me the joystick.”

Dennis does.

“It’s Amazon now,” Jeff says to Ben. “Happy shopping.”