The Kings Of Cool

239

They pull into the parking lot.

A warehouse complex in the canyon.

Old C trains scattered around.

Empty. Quiet.

Crowe’s Charger is already there.

Chon lies on the floor of the van behind Brian. He pushes the shotgun barrel into the back of the seat. “You feel that, Brian? It will go right through this seat into your spine. The best you can hope for is a helper monkey.”

“I feel it.”

“Pull up beside him and get out.”

Chon feels the van slow and then stop.

The door opens.

Brian gets out.

Crowe rolls down his window

And shoots Brian in the head.