Once they were back on the highway, Glenny selected one of three Blackberry’s from the glove box of the van and began to type an email message to Joe Robichaud “Tin Tin” Junior: Tintin. Derek got his deer. Watch the news at noon.
Joe Junior might be able to watch the fire on the local news at noon, if they were lucky.
As he was sending the message, the red Blackberry phone in the glove box started ringing, playing Ride of the Valkeries.
“Phone,” Derek said.
“Pass me that phone, the red one. Quickly.”
Glenny set down the phone he was using and grabbed the red one. The Dee Lee bat-phone.
“Hey?” Glenny answered.
“Snow? What are you doing?” Dee Lee’s voice on the other end did not sound happy.
“What? What’s goin’ on?”
“We have a big problem. Where the hell are you? I need you. Fuck Tin-Tin. I need you, tonight.”
“What’s going on?”
“Somebody’s missing. My fucking white boy disappeared!”
“Just now? Who?”
There was a violent sigh on the other end of the phone.
“Pussylips.”
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