Spilled Water

Fortunately, nothing out of the ordinary happened while we were heading back to the grocery store.

If we were to apportion credit for that, Michael's help would take first place, especially since he was still busily carrying on a phone call.

“Well, if we wrecked the surveillance cameras there, next would be near the fountain on North Boulevard…. Oh, that's right. It's an area with a lot of our people. Good, proceed as planned.”

All I had to do was sit in the truck's driver's seat and turn the wheel in the direction Michael indicated.

The truck we had received as a free donation from the Bogus gang was quite spacious, so moving the stolen goods wasn't particularly difficult.

“Yeah, everything for Hot Dog Man.”

I stared blankly at Michael after he ended the call with that strange farewell.

Why was the embarrassment mine to bear?

“…Do you really have to say that ‘everything for Hot Dog Man’ line?”

“Of course. It's important for our organization─, oopsie-daisy.”...