After dinner, Bruce stepped up to Me’shelle. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Sure, Bruce. What do you want to talk about?”
“Let’s talk outside.” Once they were outside, Bruce said, “Me’shelle, I need two thousand dollars by Friday.”
“No, Bruce. I told you last night I’m not gonna give you any more money. I can’t keep doing this. And besides, where would I get two thousand dollars?”
“From them,” Bruce said, pointing at the house. “Get it from your aunts. They’ll give it to you with no questions asked. Tell them you need to get your car fixed or you’re behind on your rent. It doesn’t matter what you tell them. Please, Me’shelle, just get me the money.”
“No, Bruce, I’m not gonna do that. I’ll take you and Natalie to a treatment program to get yourselves together. Brandy can stay with me until you two got it together, but I won’t ask them for any money so you can get high.”
“You don’t understand me, Me’shelle. They’re gonna kill me if I don’t have it by Friday. Please, Me’shelle, you’re the only one I can come to.”
“Bruce, if somebody’s gonna kill you, the best thing for you to do is leave Brandy with me, and you and Natalie get out of town. I’ll buy you two bus tickets to anywhere you want to go.”
“Thanks for nothing, sis,” Bruce said as he turned to go back in the house. Then he stopped and faced Me’shelle. “But how you gonna live with yourself when I’m dead?”
Chapter Eight
Travis lay in bed and concentrated all of his mental energy on the situation that he found himself in. There were things happening all around him that told Travis it was time to get out of this robbery game and focus his energy on more positive things. Foremost on his mind was the fact that Freeze had every intention of killing Ronnie if he fucked up one more time. Although Ronnie had promised to tighten up and stick to the plan, Travis knew Ronnie all too well. If some little thing happened that he hadn’t planned for and it caused them to get caught, Freeze might take matters into his own hands.
No, getting out now before anything else happened was the only option that Travis saw available. However, there was still the issue of money. When he started out, he had set out very specific financial goals that he wanted to accomplish. The plan was to have a half-million dollars in his numbered account in the Cayman Islands, his house in Connecticut and the timeshare in Freeport paid for, as well as his mother’s house in Fort Myers.
He had never intended for this to become a way of life, but here he was two years later, still caught up in the game. He had been sidetracked from achieving his financial goals by giving into his passions. Travis liked to travel, so he’d been to Los Angeles, Vegas, Atlantic City, Miami, and the islands. He would fly to the islands at the drop of a dime. He also knew that hanging out with Ronnie and Jackie at Cynt’s and places like that took a chunk of his money.
Travis glanced over at Mystique as he tried to focus on a solution. She was out like a light. The solution was simple: Make as much money as he could, as quickly as he could, with minimal risk. He had to become more disciplined about the way he spent his money. The words Jackie had spoken to Ronnie now had resonance for him. You need to stop your bullshit and stick to the plan. No deviation, just do what the plan calls for.
Travis glanced over at Mystique again. She was becoming an expensive habit too. It wasn’t like she was charging a straight fee for her services, and her skills at providing those services were formidable, but she was getting very “needy.” Travis, I need this. Travis, I saw that. Travis, wouldn’t that like look nice on me? She was smoking up all the weed, and of course, he had to pay her to dance for him whenever he went to Cynt’s. She got to go too, Travis thought, but her neediness and formidable skills aside, he was really starting to like Mystique. He had grown accustomed to having her around. I don’t care. She gotta go.
And what about Me’shelle Lawrence? What was the deal with that? He saw the disappointed look on her face when he didn’t press her for her phone number. Women like to be pursued, to be made to feel desirable, and he simply walked away like she was of no more importance to him than the next woman who passed his way. That definitely wasn’t the case. All of her beauty and physical attributes aside, he found her to be quite thoughtful and intelligent. How does she fit into your plan?
There was no time to think about that now. Travis would make time to see her and establish some type of relationship with her when he solidified his financial position.
He picked up the phone and called Ronnie and Jackie, asking them to meet him at his house at 2:00 that afternoon. Then he woke Mystique and told her that when Ronnie and Jackie arrived, she would have to leave so they could talk business. “I understand,” she said and headed for the shower. Although Travis never told Mystique what it was they did, and she never asked, she knew they were involved with Freeze. That was more than enough information for her.
When Ronnie and Jackie got to the house, Mystique politely excused herself and they proceeded to the business at hand. Travis started the conversation by talking about his desire to get out.
“When we got into this thing, I never planned on us still being at it two years later. I had a plan-we all did-a plan for what we were gonna do to set ourselves up so we could live comfortable for the rest of our lives. But all of us have gotten caught up in this lifestyle. Not that we’ve been flashy or no dumb shit like that, but we have been blowin’ this cash.”
With that said, he explained why he wanted to run a job so soon after the last one. “Last time we went out, we didn’t come away with the amount of money that we expected to. Don’t get me wrong, Ronnie. I’m not trying to call you out for the loss of money; I’m just stating a fact. What I’ve done is select a target that may present more of a risk than we’re usually willing to take, but it will bring us the dollar amounts that we need to get done with this lifestyle.”
Travis proceeded to lay out his plan to rob the armored truck outside the grocery store he’d been surveying while waiting to see Me’shelle. He had given some thought to the possibility that Me’shelle might be at the store during their robbery. He concluded that she was just there on Saturday night, so the possibility was slim.
“You want to rob a grocery store in the hood?” Jackie asked. “I don’t know, Travis. I shop there.”
“I do too, Travis. Isn’t that more risk than we wanna take?” Ronnie asked.
“No. We’re not going to rob the store or try to take the armored truck. This is basically a grab and run. Listen, at approximately 8:45 on Monday mornings, the armored truck arrives to pick up the cash from the weekend.”
“How much money?” Ronnie asked.
“I don’t know. But when the guy comes out he always has four bags full, two in each hand. So, his hands will be occupied. Police response time to the store is approximately three minutes.
“Now, this is going to be a two vehicle operation. Jackie, you’ll be in the lead vehicle, and it will be abandoned at the conclusion of the operation. Ronnie and I will be in the second vehicle, and that one will be used for the escape. The armored truck will have two occupants-one driver and the bagman. I’ve developed a profile on them, and I don’t believe they’ll take any actions that would jeopardize their lives.
“The bagman enters the store and approximately twenty minutes later, he will emerge with the bags. The truck is equipped with a cellular radio system that the driver will use to call for assistance in the event of a robbery attempt. We have to disable this system first.”
Travis opened the box that was sitting on the table and removed the device it contained. “This is a C-Guard Cellular Firewall. It’s a cellular jamming device made by an Israeli-based company, but I picked it up from my tech guy for a grand. The device is relatively simple. It broadcasts a junk signal that floods the cellular frequency or sets up fake signals. Either way, the system loses its signal and is out of range. The device transmits low power radio signals, which cut off communications between cellular handsets and the cellular base station.”