Deft fingers turning ancient dial, quiet clicks echoed in Malcolm’s head.
“Hurry up!” Sal hissed.
“One shouldn’t rush delicate work.” The last tumbler fell into place, satisfying need for perfection.
“Cops could show at any minute.”
“Then you won’t have done your job.”
opened the safe and laconically placed stacks of bills into Sal’s
shaking hands. The younger man zipped it up and turned away,
Thin wire across delicate throat, pink bubbles erupting from surprised lips, Sal fell.
Bonds tucked into his inside jacket pocket, Malcolm stepped over the body and into a finer world.