The Digger's game，

THERE WERE THREE KEYS on the transmission hump of the<br >XK-E. The driver touched the one nearest the gearshift<br >boot. The fat man， cramped in the passenger bucket，<br >squinted at it in the moonlight.<br > \"Back door，\" the driver said. \"Three steps， aluminum<br >railing， no outer door. No alarm. You got a problem of<br >being seen. There s a whole mess of apartments back<br >up on the place， and they got mostly kids in them and<br >them fucking bastards never gb to bed， it seems like.<br >What can I tell you， except be ca，~ful.\"<br > \"Look，\" the fat man said， \"I m gonna act like I was<br >minding my own business. This is what you say it is， to-<br >morrow morning nobody s even gonna know I was<br >there. Nobody ll remember anything.\"<br > \"Uh huh，\" the driver said， \"but that s tomorrow. First<br >you got to get through tonight. It s tonight I d be wor-<br >ried about， I was you.\"<br > \"I ll decide what I m gonna worry about，\" the fat<br >man said.<br > \"You got gloves?\" the driver said.<br > \"I don t like gloves，\" the fat man said. \"In this<br >weather especially， I don t like gloves. What the hell，<br >somebody spots me， the heat comes， I m dead anyway.<br >Gloves ain t gonna help me. You wait like you say<br >you re gonna， nobody s even gonna know I was in there<br >until everybody s been around handling things and so<br >forth.\"<br > \"That s what I thought，\" the driver said， \"no gloves. I<br >heard that about you. The Digger goes in bare-ass.\"<br ><br >