I let the engine run, looking at my phone as if I was studying a map, but the road was clear for miles either way. So I killed the engine, got out, and slowly walked to the rear of the car, lighting a cigar before I opened the trunk.
“Now, I know you probably don’t quite understand what’s going on here son, and I suppose the kind thing would be to explain to you what you did and who it royally pissed off.”
I took a long drag.
“But I ain’t paid to be kind.”
I flicked my switchblade open.