[b] Thomas - Tommie's - Lancaster [/b] 

The man looked at Lancaster with a warry eye as he spoke. He trusted the kid with his entire warehouse, but he let something get loose. While this frustrated Thomas, he understood that it could happen. However, if not found, the loss of stock could prove to be a definite problem. There prints were all over that stuff, and if that ended up in the hands of the CCPD, then Thomas Swindle was going to have to swindle his way out of a little more than a stern warning from the authorities. That was something that no one wanted. It would be bad for Thomas, but he would make sure it would be bad for the cops too. 

"What about that- eh..." Thomas searched his head for the name. "That kid- The Morales kid; the one we picked up off the corner of Jeffrey and Swanson a few weeks ago?" Thomas said. He waited as Lancaster pondered the possibility. Thomas' phone rang in his pocket, and he produced it, turning on the screen. A text from Demaro read, "Meet out back in 10." He looked back up at Lancaster. "Lanny, I have to run. I need you to jump on this. If this gets out of hand, it'll suck for everyone."