“Yeah, but what about me?” Jackie asked herself. Unlike Travis, who had a long-term plan for the money they had stolen over the years, Jackie spent all of her money on gambling, clothes and her Porsche Cayman S that she dropped fifty-eight grand on.
Jackie rolled a blunt and poured herself a tall glass of Henny and thought about what she was going to do next.
Chapter Four
Mike Black
It had been a long time coming. With all that had gone on over the last year, I needed a night out. I hadn’t been out in a while. Unless hangin’ with Bobby counted, it had been some years. I’m talkin’ about out with a woman. Have a good meal someplace nice, take in a show, do a little dancin’ maybe, get some pussy; yeah, I was down for all that.
So I decided that we’d go to my favorite restaurant, McCormick amp; Schmick's on 52nd Street and the Avenue of the Americas. She ordered Tilapia with roasted pepper and Cajun cream sauce. I had the Swordfish with sun dried tomato butter. The shit was off the chain.
After dinner we went to see Les Miserables. When it ran on Broadway the first time, it ran for sixteen years. Now it was back with a new cast, and we were both pretty hyped about seeing it. The story was about this guy in nineteenth century France, who was always pursued by a righteous police inspector. Sorta reminded me of Kirk and the way he’s been trying to lock me up for years.
After the show, we hit the club and danced until the lights came on. I hadn’t had a night like that in years, so I decided to tell her. “I really had a good time with you tonight,” I said as we got to the car.