– Ah, man, Po Sin said it wasnt a real shit job!

He looked at me, my face reflected in the mirrored lenses below the deep, horizontally scored forehead and cropped graying hair.

He looked back at Sunset.

– He lied.

Po Sin was waiting when we got there, studying several large red splotches of paint on the back and sides of his Clean Team van.

He watched us get out of Gabes wheels and pointed at the van.

– Motherfucker.

Gabe walked over, pulling the tie from his neck and folding it into a neat roll that he tucked in his pocket. He touched the paint with the tip of his finger, leaving a slight imprint.

– Couple hours after midnight. Maybe three or four AM.

Po Sin kicked one of the vans tires.

– Motherfucker.

I took a look. The paint covered the name of the company on both sides of the van and dripped down over the phone number and web address.

– That sucks.

Po Sin turned his face to the sky.

– Motherfucker!

Gabe picked a scrap of yellow rubber that was stuck in the paint.

– Water balloon.

– Motherfucking water balloon!

– Where was it parked?

Po Sin pointed north.

– At the shop. Around back. They didnt just drive by and heave one out the window, they parked, got out, walked around, and pelted it. Only reason they didnt get the windshield was because I had it nosed in against the fence back there.

– No one at the shop?

Po Sin walked to the back of the van, taking a set of keys from his pocket.

– Someone was supposed to be at the shop. Someone was sure as hell supposed to be at the motherfucking shop!