“You know, for someone who’s supposed to be smart, you’re pretty fuckin’ dumb sometimes, Chino,” Harper said. His tone was flat, more a general indictment than a statement with any real malice.
“I didn’t know who else to call.”
“I wasn’t saying anything about that, man. You know I’ll be there if you need me. Just… Goddamn, man. Try to fuckin’ think now and then, yeah? You got some kind of giant brain up in that nugget. Use the damn thing.”
Chino made a chuckling sound. “I’m more the ‘act first’ kind of guy,” he said.
“That’s the problem, pal. You keep acting like this and we’re gonna need to jump a freighter. If the badges don’t come after us, the mobs will.”
“You think so?”
“Faydor already offered a hundred large for whoever took out Sonny Ears. How long til they figure out it was you?”
“You’re not going to tell them, are you, Harper?”
“Nah, Chino, man. I ain’t a snitch. Not even for cash. Especially not where you’re concerned.”
Relief washed over the wrinkled face as Chino cracked a smile around his trunk.
“I love you, man.”
“I know. I love you too, dummy.”
Their shovels clanged as they threw them into the back of the car. Moments later, they were driving north, and the shallow grave they left behind was just another disturbance in the forest floor.
Prompt: Non-romantic love.