As the cops dragged me from the bank to the cruiser, they thought my silence was me exercising my rights. Instead I was thinking about how Benny got me into this mess.
“The way I figure it, you still owe me,” he had said with a smirk. “Plus, it's a juicy score.
He was right – I owed him. I had enough stress in my life without this asshole crawling back into it, though.
“I do this, we're even, right?” I asked.
“We go our separate ways,” he confirmed.
He forgot to mention my separate way was to a prison cell.