er, someplace nowhere near here."
"Or burn them," Nathan said. He seemed proud he'd thought of this. Then he was frowning. "Anything else this guy would know, we should know? Your mom's friend? I mean, this is like breaking and entering. We gotta be serious."
"Totally," Wes said.
Nathan squinted. "Maybe it's legal, doing this, you know. Like we're just retrieving stolen property."
Wes laughed. "Seriously? Dude, are you real? The bikes got perped during the commission of a crime, so don't count on that one."
"What's 'perped'?" Nathan asked.
"Bitch," Donnie said. "Stolen."
"Oh."
Donnie persisted. "So? That cop, the friend of your mom's? What else'd he look for?"
Wes thought for a minute. "Footprints. They can get our footprints with this machine. They can match them."
"Fuck," Nathan said, "you mean the government has this big-ass file on everybody's footprint?"
But Wes explained that, no, they take the footprint and if they catch you and it matches, it's evidence.
"CSI," Donnie said "We'll walk on the driveway. Not the dirt."
"They can still pick them up from concrete and asphalt."
"Yeah?"
"Church."
"Fuck. Okay. We leave our shoes in the bushes when we get there."
Nathan was frowning. "Can they take, like, sock prints?"
Wes told him he didn't think they could do that.
Nathan asked, "That cop. Is he the guy I saw at your house. Jon?"
"No, he's into computers. He's my mom's friend."
"She's got two boyfriends?"
Wes shrugged and didn't seem to want to talk about it.
Donnie said, "So, I was saying: First, we get into the garage and get the bikes."
Nathan said, "Dude, I heard you say that before. 'First.' That means there's a second or something. After we get the bikes."
Donnie smiled. He tapped his combat jacket. "I brought a can."
"Fuck," Nathan said. "This isn't the game. We're just helping you out, him and me."
Wes was: "Yeah! Dude, come on. Let's just get the bikes and book. That's what I'm on for. Tag him again? What's the point?"
"I'm tagging the inside of his house. Just to show the asshole."
"Not me," Wes said.