RWG Newsletter, June 2009
Dark pressed around me. With my coat tight and my hands deeper in the pockets, I hugged the wall, away from the street lamp’s glow. Once a big man in the Mob, I was getting too old for this caper. After this, Al could find another sucker.
He should have been back an hour ago. To hell with the risks, I should have stayed in the car, but this was my last job. Sure, I needed the dough, but I couldn’t afford to be caught either. How long now?
Al coughed and I suppressed a shout to shut up! His bent form crept from the line of the wall. I grabbed his arm and hurried him to the car.
Inside I asked, “How’d you go?”
“Shut your gob and drive!” He snapped back.
I eased on the gas and my body began to thaw. Beside me, Al groped in his bag to come out with a fist full of big ones. He dropped them in my lap and I heaved a sigh of relief. The cash would save me from a fate worse than death. I could pay the power bill and not end up in the old people’s home!
