"Ain't it somethin', doll?" Joe Russo whistled as he watched the Buddha's crate being loaded onto the van. "I could pay off my bookie with that!"

Susan hated being called doll.  She fumed silently, envisioning her foot connecting with his massive rear - the result of Joe's fetish for jelly donuts and coffee. A diabetic, he kept his insulin kit nearby for his daily sugar fix. 

"You could rob a bank." She smirked.

"Or a jewelry store. Ehrlenspiegl downtown got taken last week. Two million dollars of diamonds, the manager said."

"Two million? Is that all?" Susan laughed nervously. "Let's hope we don't get taken, Joe. This Bhudda costs more than two million."

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