Clyde felt the wrench slip off the bolt and smack into his engine wall. He let out a low moan as Scooter said, “S..s..sor’y.”
“It’s ok Scooter, just,” Clyde took a deep breath as he pushed passed the pain. “This sucks.”
“W..w..well, if’n you you you wanna be ca..ca..correct, it blows.” Scooter snickered to himself as he wiped the oil from the shot up manifold with a handkerchief.
“Funny guy.” Clyde put up with Scooter because he was one of the best Metalsaw’s in the three state territory, but today, after the botched robbery, he just didn’t feel up to dealing with the commentary. Especially since he had lost Bonnie in the get away. “Just patch me up, ok?”
“S..s..sure thang.” Scooter wiped his brow with the oily handkerchief, smeering his face, before he went back under the hood. “B..B..Bonnie’s gon b’ fin, Clyde. Y..y..you jus’ wait an see.” Then he whispered under his breath, “It’s you I’m worried about.”