Chapter 14

• I had figured I would put a folding card table with a sign on it and have a few dummy paper bags of "merchandise" on the table with fake invoices stapled to them like all the other curbside businesses were
• doing. Most of the bags would be a deke, just a couple with repackaged bread loaves from a local bakery in them at the front of the pile. I had made up a story about selling homemade bread if any of the apartment complex nazis or inquiring street passersby asked about the "business."
• Jared sniffed at all this. "What's in it for the girl who will be blowing you?" He asked. "You're not offering money or any compensation, who the hell is going to go for this?"