Rich snorted.<br/><br/>"Don't talk details here," he pointed out. "What I don't know, I can't let slip. But I'll leave you to it."<br/><br/>He wiped his hands on a napkin, finished his beer.<br/><br/>"Call me when you're ready for payday."<br/><br/>Exit Rich, stage left...leaving you with the tab.<br/><br/>+ + +<br/><br/>"That fucking asshole," was Junior's opinion, voiced long after he had picked up the tab for the meal (including Rich's tab), delivered without much heat.  "All right, what do we have? We have a garage full of tuned street vehicles. That's something."<br/><br/>He glanced at Skye.<br/><br/>"I agree about the timing. We want to hit during the early hours of the morning?"