“Are you sure this is the place?”
Eddie pulled a folded piece of paper out of his shirt pocket. “Yeah, Dwayne,” Eddie said as he read the address. “595 Canyon Road. It’s the right address.”
“This place looks like it’s been abandoned,” Dwayne said.
“This is the place,” Eddie insisted, bending down to tie his shoe lace.
“Well, okay, if you’re sure,” Dwayne said. “Hey, you got any chewing gum on you?”
Eddie grabbed a piece of gum and handed it to Dwayne. Both both men donned their rubber Richard Nixon masks and pulled out their pistols. “Let’s do this,” Dwayne said.
Eddie pushed open the rusty metal gate and the two of them climbed up onto what was once the front porch. Dwayne kicked open the door and they entered the large foyer.
The inside was a mess. There were cans, bottles, and empty cracker boxes strewn all over the floor. “What the fuck, Eddie?” Dwayne said. “This place is a pigsty. Call Horace and ask him what the deal is.”
Eddie pulled out his cellphone. “Horace, this is Eddie,” he said into the phone. “Dwayne and I are at 595 Canyon and…oh. 959 Canyon. Shit. I musta written it down wrong.”