Sally watched as the red Wells Fargo armored car pulled in at the department store. She glanced to the entrance, barely visible from her car in the mall parking lot, and then to the quick, precise movements of the guards - a practiced routine that never varied from day to day except for
It could be done, she was convinced of it - only not alone. She'd need a partner, perhaps a man. Two people could take that car, if they had a plan and were patient, willing to wait for the arrival which was subject to daily change of scheduled routes. Promptly, the guard returned with stacks of moneybags.
She switched on the ignition, backed from her spot and cruised past the vehicle. No one gave her
a second glance, and why should they? She looked like a typical suburban Florida housewife,
doing her shopping and errands.
Sally drove to the mall exit, stopped and peered at the busy highway. Cars whizzed by, the glare
of sun piercing her eyes. She slipped on her dark sunglasses, made out like she was adjusting
them as she glanced in the rear view mirror to see the armored car slowly driving toward her.
The vehicle braked inches from her bumper, and she could see the heavy-jowled guard visibly irritated at her primping. He didn't honk though, and she finally got a break in traffic and pulled out onto the highway, sighing as the armored car went in the opposite direction.
be with her five-year-old daughter, Joey, end the vagabond existence of traveling and stealing, small-time jobs that never got her any closer to living a normal, financially secure life. This one big score would put her over the top, make a difference between having to give up her child
She didn't like it, but Sally knew she'd have to ask Joseph to recommend a partner, someone they
could trust. Joe himself was doing time at Raiford on a stretch for armed robbery, but he would
know the man for this job.
his time and never return - for at this point, Luther desired only one thing: peace and solitude, nothing more. He didn't give a shit if he was poor on the outside, he just wanted to be free and left alone.
The lowlifes had ranked at the bottom of the ladder when Luther first came into the joint, back in
the fifties, but now they talked incessantly of their sick deeds as though it was common behavior.
There was a time when such perverts couldn't survive prison, and in Luther's opinion, society
was better for their being murdered inside the walls. At least they never set foot back into decent
But soon Luther knew this would all be behind him; he would make parole in a month, and vowed he'd never be back. The heart attack five years ago had been a great motivation for changing. Hell, he didn't want to die inside the joint.
True, he had been a thief all his life, but that could change - and would! So he was disturbed to
hear indirectly from a past acquaintance who demanded a favor - one he'd have to dodge. The
problem was, this boy Joe had saved his life. They'd been in the St. Louis jail together, Joe
waiting extradition to Florida, when a failed escape attempt by some inmates led to a riot. Joe
had recognized that Luther was having a heart attack, administered CPR and gotten him help,
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