6

The sound is coming from the back of the house. You pad into the kitchen and peer outside, staying low because you don't have curtains. There are at least two people out there, moving awkwardly as if trying to shift a heavy weight. One of them stumbles, disappears out of view. Then they fall into your back door. The door isn't well made, and it splinters, then lands with a terrific slap, hard enough to crack the linoleum.

Todd Goultier, the younger of the two brothers, stares at you with stupefied horror for a second, then gets up and runs out the door. He just keeps on running, heading for the airfield.

"Oh shit." That's Drax, his older brother, staring from you to the ruined door. Drax wears a Thin Gold Line Bitcoin shirt and track pants. His gloved hands are filthy with black dirt, and his box-fresh sneakers are ruined. Next to him you can see a blue plastic tub that's broken open, spilling what appears to be a mix of fake gold watches, silver coins and medals, and baggies labeled only with numbers across the dirt.

"Drax, what exactly are you doing with…pirate treasure and drugs?"

"Do you think your brother is okay?"

"It's still cold at night, you know. You can either fix that or pay me to replace it."

"I'm not mad. But the door situation is disappointing."

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