28.
Tony chilled in his recliner nursing an Old Crow tumbler. He channel surfed, cooked dinner, and went over to the window. An old pair of binocs. From the good old days. Forgot which job. Tony zoomed in on the neighbors. Across the way, a woman folding laundry. Through another window, a guy tooted a trumpet. Tony laughed at a woman scolding her husband. Hunched over the poor sap, pointed finger during the whole grill job.
Tony pulled away, scoping another angle. Little kids enjoying a pillow fight. A juvie neighbor in bubble headphones jammed air-guitar. Scram scanned, honing in on a kitchen. An elderly man sitting at the table. In front of him, an Entenmann’s. An elderly woman moved into frame, pouring the man a cup of coffee. The man cut cake for his wife. Scram pushed away.
Tony pulled his cell, "Bones--it's me, Tony."
"What's up, buddy?"
"That thing we talked about--are you still going through on it?"
"We're tryin'."
"Any luck with a driver?"
"I'm ready to put a fuckin' ad in the paper." Tony laughed,
"Forget it--I'm in."
"Best news I heard all day." Bones said.