‘Just to be clear what you’re saying is that I am lying about my part in the robbery at the bank yesterday,’ Mike said, rifling through the bank notes on the table.
Tom stared directly at Mike. ‘I’m just saying, you could have picked a better get away car.’
The air was as thick as yesterday’s pea soup. Everyone else in the room stopped mid flow before continuing with their job. It had been a brilliant bank robbery. Millions of pounds were scattered on the table. Tom was aware there part was to mix the money up so the numbers wouldn’t run on with each other. It wasn’t their business to get mixed up in this mess.
‘I got a boot on my car, I had to improvise,’ Mike said.
Tom thought about the smart car left in the alley. There were four of them crammed into the tight space like beans in a can. If it weren’t for the policeman laughing so much they wouldn’t have got away.
‘Smaller car, smaller cut,’ Tom said.