The Mark

The Marksheila would set up the guy for the scam, then bobby would move in fast. they couldn't lose, or could they?"He sounds different," Bobby said. He downshifted for the railroad tracks at Dixie. The black SHO bumped over the tracks, then picked up speed."Like how?" Sheila said."I don't know. Just different. Not as pissed off as usual." Bobby turned onto Federal. Two rednecks, a mangy dog lying at their feet, sat drinking beer in the shade of the Riptide's outdoo...