Borderline
Later in the night, Isabelle was telling the others about the situation.
"He wants us to pick something up for him in Canada." She started.
"What?" Beth asked.
"I thought we were done with this." Ruby said.
"He says it's better if we don't know." Isabelle continued.
"Mmm. Mmm-hmm! I mean, come on. Oh, guys, seriously?" Annie asked.
"Just say it." Beth said.
"Drugs up our asses."
"What?"
"Oh, yeah. Otherwise, you gotta swallow the baggie, which frankly, seems even more uncomfortable. You know, I'd almost rather-"
"Nope. Uh uh. That's not gonna happen." Ruby interrupted.
"Oh! You'd rather just declare a kilo at customs?" Isabelle asked.
"I don't wanna smuggle drugs at all."
"Don't say kilo." Beth told her.
"Okay. When are we supposed to do this?" Annie asked.
"Friday." Isabelle answered.
"I can't Friday. I have a home visit for my custody case."
"So, you're gonna tell the man with the crying skull tattoo that Friday doesn't work for you?" Ruby asked.
"Fine. But we have to be back in time for me to clean up and get all the drugs out of my cavities."
"He didn't say it was drugs, you guys. It could be anything else. Okay?" Isabelle spoke.
"Like what?" Annie asked.
"Guns?"
"How is that better?" Ruby asked.
"Can't fit up your ass."
"Just listen. He said if we do this, he'll forget about the money. Then we're finished. It's over." Isabelle told.
"What if we don't?" Beth asked.
"That wasn't an option." Isabelle said before she went to take her little brother to bed.
***
The four girls had gone to the address they were given.
"Hang on." Isabelle said as she walked over to him. "I'm gonna need to hear you say it."
"We're good." He told her and she nodded.
***
Isabelle was in her kitchen having a drink with the leader of the gang stood in front of her.
"You know the tradition is Jordans over a phone line, right?" He asked.
"Well, I only had pumps." Isabelle replied.
"Fair enough. So, what did you wanna talk to me about?"