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referred to by off color sounding Spanish nicknames, well, they were not around either. From some distance you could hear it mused that even Mick wouldn't cross Carlo. Others chimed in definitely thinking otherwise. This dialog was overrun by a closer and louder, "Hey. We gonna dump the bodies or do a love triangle set up, or what? Do we wait for BJ?" Frank heard enough. Plan or not, time to turn on the gas. He hurried down the far alley from his Explorer to the propane tank, looking in all directions, for anybody or anything. He eased the valve, so as not to pop off the make shift connectors, then returned to the car to wait. And think. Don't need to get them all. Can't really. Just a diversion. An loud explosion in the basement will bring all kinds of attention. They won't be able to run so free when it is clear that an explosion in their basement was an attack by an intruder. They are careful with their garbage but who knows what shit will turn up inside that building when the authorities inspect the place? A whole bunch of unsavory fellows will be asked plenty of difficult questions. A diversion? Maybe a good plan. Flush'em out. Expose them to the light. Vampires melt in the light. What if they DON'T report it? Geez. No. Not a plan. Just a tactical diversion. They could just simply not report it. Wasn't that exactly what they were saying about BJ's wife? The bitch? Pimp slap her for reporting to the police, rather than to them? They could clean up themselves. Clean up - oh God - after who? They'll know. And it was NOT Price's television. They'll learn that quick enough. So, who WAS the dork who brought it there? And if the cops don't come, then what? What? Jesus. Have to call them. Report a fire? A basement gas leak? No, not cops, fire department. Can't use a cell phone. Pay phone. Didn't notice any. Will have to look. Do they record phone calls? Frank was concerned about how well or poorly he could disguise his identity,