Chapter 94

“I mean,” started Alex sternly, “you always gets right excited and talks yer face off to someone, or ends up doin' something to shag up our plans. Every time. Remember last year? Down to Bishop's Falls with that crowd?”

Staunch lowered his head how a shamed dog might, low, his eyes still looking up bashful and sorry.

“That's what I mean,” Alex exclaimed while light up another smoke. He looked mean, paranoid.

A long, tense silence went on, drawing out between the men like stubborn taffy stretched on and on to the thinnest thread. Alex wasn't completely heartless, he did feel bad. But what he said about Staunch was right: the guy fucked up plenty of jobs. Even a lot of legitimate jobs where some little thing or other always seemed to go wrong and it usually, more often than not, came down to Staunch and his incessant need, his drive, to ruin every thing he touches. And because of that, no matter how bad he felt, Alex would not, never, apologize.

On the other hand, Staunch didn't
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