yolo by Sam Jones Page B

to go to the police. That’ll cause more trouble than it’s worth, and there’s no saying we would get out of it. We made the choice to go to the warehouse, and that puts us at fault. So no police. Not now.
    â€œWhat makes this all about the party is that the party is what got us here. The idea of the party. The fun. The freedom. We’re in this situation because we wanted to get there, and if we don’t get there, if we don’t party , then what is any of this for? So we’re going to the party, no matter what.”
    â€œAnd what about the drugs?” Brandon asked after a pause.
    â€œWe’re taking the suitcase to Balducci’s.”
    â€œAnd then taking the money back to the warehouse?” Emily asked to confirm.
    â€œNope.”
    Both Emily and Brandon gaped.
    â€œLook, our original plan was to throw the cocaine in a river,or a pond, or flush it down the toilet after, I don’t know, a thousand flushes. But then we don’t get anything, and we possibly get caught because of the amount of time it would take.”
    â€œBut what about taking the money back to the warehouse?” Brandon asked.
    Ana shook her head. “Bad idea. We could only do that if we were sure we’d make it back before the real Liz and Chestnut made it there in the first place, and we can’t be sure about that. And while we could hope they’d be understanding and let us go because the job got done, we can’t be sure of that, either. So the only thing we can be sure of is that we can get the drugs to the restaurant, and then get out without anyone knowing who we are or where we came from. Then we’re in the wind, and richer for it.”
    Brandon nodded. “Maybe even thirty grand richer. Each.”
    Emily whirled around and looked at him. “You think there’s ninety thousand dollars ’ worth of cocaine in there?”
    Brandon shrugged. “Sure. It’s heavy as hell.”
    â€œ Dios mio , how would you know that?” Ana asked.
    â€œYou know, CSI ,” Brandon said. “ Law & Order .”
    â€œAy!” Ana shouted. “That’s not helpful. You have no idea how much is in there. But it doesn’t even matter. They’ll know how much to give us.”
    â€œWhat if they rip us off?”
    â€œDo we care? Whatever they give us is more than we had before.”
    â€œI still don’t feel great about this,” Emily said. Thoughshe’d set this whole thing in motion, and though she wanted to break out of her shell and do something crazy for once, the adrenaline was starting to run out and her usual careful self was starting to return.
    â€œHere’s an option,” Ana said. “We can Robin Hood it.”
    â€œHuh?” Brandon leaned forward. “Give the cocaine to the poor? I mean, I’ll admit that they might know what to do with it better than we do, but I don’t know if promoting drug use is really the way to go, Ana.”
    â€œNo,” Emily said, shaking her head. “She’s talking about the money.”
    Ana grinned. “ Exactamente . The money.”
    â€œWe can take the money we make from the cocaine and give it to charity,” Emily said. “We could do it anonymously. That’ll make the whole thing better. Sort of.”
    Brandon shrugged. “I guess that’s not a terrible idea,” he said. “But what’s to guarantee that Big Dog won’t hunt us down and kill us?”
    â€œThere’s no guarantee that Ana’s not going to kill us on this road,” Emily said, watching as the street and other cars sped by. “Besides, I’m not really sure he’ll be able to track us down. And at least this way, if we give it to charity, this whole thing wouldn’t have been a waste. We’ll be doing good.”
    â€œKinda,” Brandon said.
    Ana whooped. “For charity!”
    Brandon nodded and looked at Ana. “Nice thinking,