The next job was a flower shop. Just off an express way. Easy on and off. Big Joe's plan was to first go stake it out himself. Buy some flowers, chat to the people. Let them do what they normally do. One was behind the counter another was helping him choose flowers, maybe another in the back. Was it always like this? It was open late, maybe past 7 there's only one employee Big Joe thought.
James was due to take a look the next day. He was staying at a motel down the street. He was told to stay put. Outside of his room that faced a busy street was a plastic deck chair. Like everyone who stays there just wants to watch the road. James peaked out of his window. Watching the road.
"Don't go anywhere he said out loud."
"Just keep yourself busy for a day or too."
"We just gotta wait."
James was tired, although Big Joe said don't drink he had snuck in some beer.
He thought that would be the only way to kill time. After one that chair looked inviting the sounds of the road already entering and bouncing around his room.
