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there!"
    Shroom looked over his shoulder. "It's fake, man! Look at this! It's one of them 'Scare Crow' phony key pads!" He checked the camera and dodged toward the truck. He grabbed the sledgehammer. He waited for the camera to rotate away. Shroom jumped back to the gate. He lifted the five-pound sledgehammer and slammed it down on the lock.
    Cash laughed. "Hey, that gate is hanging on its hinge like my last drunken prom date hung on my arm!"
    Shroom grunted. "Too much information, man."
    "No, man, that is a compliment. You're a genius."
    Shroom grinned ear-to-ear. "That's why they pay me the big bucks."
    Pone jumped over and grabbed the sledgehammer. "You just committed B & E, pal. So don't go all big and bad on us. We are not even close yet. Set that gate up and get your stuff." He looked around. "Get going, Shroom, and act like a lawn guy!"
    Shroom hunched his shoulders. He grabbed the caddy. Twisting his ball cap to the side, he strolled through the gate. Everyone else piled in the truck.
    Cash pulled up to the main gate. Pone went crazy. "What are you doing, you moron? We're never going to get through here!"
    Cash smiled. "Live and learn, little brother." Cash pushed the button on the intercom.
    A tinny voice came out of the speaker. "May I help you?"
    "Yeah, is Val home? I told her I'd be over today. Can you tell her Chad is here, please?"
    "Of course Mr. Fitzsimmons, I will tell Valerie you are here. Come in."

Chapter 5

    The huge gat swung open. Pone and Beans mouths also hung open. Cash smiled. "You guys get down. I'll see Val while you check the outside. Maybe I can check out the inside of the house. I'll meet you at the shed, just like we planned."
    Pone pouted. "This is not what we planned. Look at your clothes! Where's the rich boy?"
    "Aw, man, I forgot. Wait! I got a shirt behind the seat. Grab it for me."
    Bean dug out a red shirt with large flowers all over. "Did you mop up a murder scene with this, or what?"
    Cash grabbed the shirt. "Shut up, maggot. Hand me that bottled water." He splashed the water over his head. He combed his hair back and took off his tennis shoes. He stepped out of the truck wearing the shirt open over a bare chest. The cargo shorts fit in with his bare feet and wet hair. "I'm Chad Fitzsimmons, lady killer and beach bum."
    Pone snorted. "You look like a cross between Justin Bieber and Sponge Bob to me."
    Cash snapped. "You got a better idea?"
    Bean jumped between them. "Cash, you look great. Back off, Pone. You're just jealous."
    Pone stepped forward. "Of what?"
    Cash threw his hands in the air. "Whatever." He walked to the front door. Bean and Pone each grabbed a caddy. The whir of the weed whackers cut through the air. Pone walked slowly along the hedge close to the house. He looked in the windows as Cash hugged a pretty girl.
    "Whack job." Pone ran the weed whip back and forth. He saw nothing but grass. Lots of grass. He went around the corner and came upon a tall fence. He peeked between the slats. He saw a large in-ground swimming pool. Chairs sat around the pool, and mostly naked girls lined up in one big tan-o-rama. "Holy cow. Blondes, blondes, blondes!"
    He caught movement off to his left. More blondes. His jaw dropped as a totally hot chick came out of the house carrying something cool in a tall glass. Some old guy followed and ran his hand over her shoulder. His hand went down her back to her butt. She turned and slapped at his hand. They both laughed. Pone's jaw dropped an inch further. "Oh, my God, it's Spaz!"
    Pone jumped at the sound of his own voice. Thank God Bean's weed whacker was still going. He ducked under a tree limb, working hard. Pone sighed. "What a knucklehead."
    Pone turned back to the fence and watched. Spaz wore a one-piece suit. She also wore shorts. She'd tied a long scarf around her waist. It draped down her mile long legs. Pone watched her play the old guy. His stomach churned.
    Pone saw more movement to his left. A flash of brown skin and black hair