Chapter Five of A Reporters Nightmare

     Smoky stared at the pitiful excuse for a man. His wailing had gotten on Smokey’s nerves but the mixed up story was wound together rather skillfully. He shook his head. “Maybe we should just dump him off somewhere, he’ll be likely to drop the crates and break or scatter everything inside of them.”

     Baxter nodded in agreement. “The way he is if he woke up in the middle of nowhere he’d waste all his energy wailing about it.” 

     Tate, the man in the back, rubbed his ears theatrically. “I can’t stand this Gates; whoever he is he isn’t worth a lot unless he works on the stage.”

     Smoky studied Gates again. “Okay, we’ll make him unload a few crates but if he even wobbles a little bit we’ll drop him somewhere where he’ll most likely kill himself trying to get out of.”

     Each of the men agreed. Just then Smokey’s phone rang. He snatched it up. “Wilson here.”

     “Where are you men at?” Came a bellowing voice that made Smoky hold the phone away from his ear.

     “We had a problem but we’ll be over there in fifteen minutes or less.”

     “Well hurry it up, I’ve changed the delivery time to twelve at night, that gives you less then four hours to get the storage unit ready.” The man on the other side yelled and hung up.

    Smoky turned to Baxter and Tate. “Boss says he changed the delivery time to twelve tonight, we only have four hours to get the storage unit set up.”

     The other men groaned. Their boss had stolen some diamonds from several people and had robbed several other banks. The storage unit would be the hide out for the money and diamonds until the police had calmed down their search a little bit.

     Then the money would be recovered and the four men would leave to live their lives in style and comfort. That is, if they could keep the police and reporters away from what they were doing.