.. they never did really yell at one another. Even when they decided to get a divorce the conversations were well-mannered and considerate, but then s...e never said anything about taking his car before, either.Bret studied her expression; she was always hard to read but it sounded as if she was willing to negotiate. Maybe she would listen to reason. Maybe there would be no fight. He'd simply lay his case out logically. When he was done she'd come to the only rational conclusion there was, the. I shrugged, what the hell, and felt a tug of karma or something. I waved to the waiting bartender, "I got it", and dropped a buck on the bar.The little weasel smiled nervously and nodded in appreciation. We sat there and listened to the band for a few minutes. Then he got up and came to stand a little closer, beer in hand."Hey, thanks for the beer. Listen, you wanna make some money?" I looked at him dubiously, and he looked more nervous: I was a lot bigger than him, that was for sure. But. You brought work with you this weekend and locked yourself in the office. Taking a break, I rub my strained eyes and continue watching you. Things between us are so strange. We’re friends, we’ve agreed to that. Yet there seems to be something that always pulls at us. Something inside of us when we come together burns us both. The intensity of it is sometimes too much to bear. You keep to yourself about the other half of your life, and I tell you everything about myself. You know more about me. Do you know he had six more detonators in his pocket plus the impound guys found thirty pounds of C-4 in the trunk of their car. They could blow up all of downtown Tampa with thirty pounds."He looked at me and said, "They didn't think it would take a lot for you, they only used a half pound. You know what a half pound will do?"I nodded and said, "It would have leveled every apartment in the front there. That's enough to blow a bridge, a big bridge." You know it. The guy is in there doing a.