Teddy paced the living room. “Do you really think we can live up to Mr. Harris’s request without messing up?”
“Of course we can, especially if we move around and especially if he and his buyer are footing our travel expenses. Nobody will ever put two and two together. We don’t even have to use my van all the time. We’ll rent a different-colored one now and then to keep people from connecting the dots.”
“Yeah, good plan.” Teddy cracked open two cans of soda and placed them on the table next to the lunch he’d prepared. They each had two ham-and-cheese sandwiches—double slices of meat and cheese on both—and a bowl of corn chips sat centered on the table with dishes of salsa and guacamole next to it.
“So, are we going to harvest more organs here or move on?”
“I’ll think about it. We’ve used the van three times already.”
“Only twice locally, though.”
With a mouthful of food, Chase nodded. “Good point. Nobody will ever connect that trooper’s death to us.”
“But it was aired all over the news stations, and they found his car pretty quickly.”
“We took every bit of evidence with us, and it’s a good thing we did. We’re good, bro. We’ll mix up the towns, the vehicles, and the times we go out hunting. We’re invisible, and we’ll stay that way.”
Teddy laughed. “Until we get that luxury boat. Being invisible is the last thing I want to do then. We’re going to flaunt our good fortune.”
“And it’ll come, brother. Just be patient.”
Teddy’s phone alarm went off. “Time to hit the shower and get ready for work.”
“Give them your notice already. When we’re moving from town to town, you can’t be working anyway. What we’re doing is your job and pays a hell of a lot better than the one you have.”
Teddy jammed a handful of chips into his mouth and left the table.
Chase yelled out after him. “I’ll need that work schedule I asked for so we can plan our next job! Bring it home with you later.”
Teddy flashed a thumbs-up as he disappeared down the hallway.