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“YOU’RE NUTS,” MICK SAYS. “NO way you can pull that off.”

“Let’s do it,” says Colin, holding his chest and rubbing it a little as he lets out a burp.

I lean back to stay in the safe zone. He’s drunk way too much carbonation for my comfort.

“I’m in.” Colin holds up a hand and gives his brother a challenging look before smiling way too big at me. “We’ll keep the handicapped dude on the bench. It’ll be just you and me. Bonnie and Clyde.”

I smile and high-five him back. Tag-team teasing Mick is way too much

fun.

“Fuck that. Neither one of you should go,” Mick says. “First of all,

Rebel’s going to tell you no way. We have a schedule and those cars need to go out. And second, it’s a bad idea. Just bad all the way around.”

“We can be up and back in two days,” I say, my words coming out hurried. “We’ll go Friday morning and be back on Sunday.” I’m bouncing on my toes, praying Mick will change his mind. “Come on … what do we have to lose? Nothing! It’ll be fun.”

“You better not say anything to