The Dead Rise (Book 1): Zombies and Chainsaws by Mike Evans Page A

and if we don't get rid of some of this waste I'd say just about every day is going to be your day off. You know the kind of day off, where you don't get paid. Do you two like getting paid?”
    Both men nodded slowly in the affirmative. Phelps continued, "Well if we don't get rid of this you're not going to be having any paid days, hell no one including myself is. Can you imagine what will happen to the people and what all the businesses in the city will have to do if this place shuts down? Hell, probably eighty percent of adults work here in the city. All the other business in town will go to shit in a handbag in no time at all. What I need from you guys is to get rid of some of the waste, simple as that. Let me tell you, it won't soon be forgotten if you can step up and do your part. You'd forever have a place here as long as y'all want it."
    Matt said, “Then you are saying you are sure it's not illegal?”
    Phelps held out a hand tipping it from side to side. “Son sometimes we have to question the legality the government puts before us. Do you understand what that means?”
    Matt said, “It means maybe if I want to keep my job, that maybe I don't need to ask so many questions, is that about it sir?”
    Phelps smiled lighting up the cigarette. He pulled out two additional stained brown mugs setting them on the desk and poured a decent shot worth of the whiskey into each of them. He slid them across the desk towards each of the two men and held up his own saying, “Salut.”
    They looked at each other realizing they probably didn't have a choice but to take the shot. Bill said, “Where is it we are supposed to take the stuff to sir?”
    Phelps said, "I'd like to know as little about where it goes as possible so I have as much legal deniability as possible. Just make sure you take it a long way away from here, please. I don't want this shit coming back on us. You drive slowly, you take the limit on the speed, and you make goddamn sure that you do it when it is dark which given the time of day shouldn't be hard. Is there anything about that you can't comprehend?"
    Both men shook their heads no. Matt said, “I got an idea where we can go sir, leave it up to me.”
    Phelps leaned back in his chair crossing his legs wondering how much more he needed to know, and if he should ask any more questions or if they could actually come through and deliver for him.
    He said, "Just make sure you two don't fuck this up. There are a lot of people riding on this and it cost me a lot of money to find out the information that I did when I did. The senators might look like upstanding individuals, but they are also the most crooked sons of bitches there are. If it was up to me they'd have stripes on them just like the boys down in county prison do working on the chain gang."
    Matt held up his hands and said, “We got this sir we can take care of it. We like this place right fine and we don't want to worry about losing our jobs, or our friends losing theirs. This town is like family. Just remember how good we did if anything hits the fan if you know what I mean.”
    Phelps opened his desk drawer and pulled out a set of keys and tossed them to Matt. He also pulled out two blue envelopes. He tossed one in front of Matt and the second in front of Bill.
    “Now you two guys take this, think of it as my thank you, don't go opening these until you're out of here you understand? You both go down and you see Thornbrugh in the shipping docks, he's going to get you going and you guys leave and you don't come back ‘til you're done. He doesn't know what you're doing and you don't know what he's doing. Keep it that way. Remember sometimes ignorance is bliss.”
    The trio smiled, well aware they had an agreement and they understood what the job at hand was. Phelps poured a third round for himself and did not offer the boys a second pour. He swirled it again, staring into the cup and when he looked back up at the two still sitting there watching