Inside, the cafe had died down and Paco was wishing the whole thing would rapidly hurry up. His body was aching and he felt like he was inside a overheated sauna. He unzipped his Nike overall to let in warmish air from the cafes low budget fans, his overalls were heavily soaked for just sitting down. “Is that a wiretap motherfucker?” Sugar said, looking at the small black wire sticking out from the bottom of Paco's dampened overalls. “No,” Paco said, still relishing the fact he didn't take a hit this morning. “Well, what the heck is that then?” Sugar said. “That's just ahh,” Paco silently replied. “my phone.” Sugar stood up and leaned all the way forward in front of Paco, exposing a skinny belly with a wiretap running along it. Two huge broad
