THE WITNESS
Legs slouched in the driver’s seat, already bored with waiting around. He eyed off a kid who crossed in front of the car. He had a laptop sticking out of his bag and was plugging away at a Samsung mobile as he shuffled along in new Nike Airs. If Legs relieved the kid of his sneakers, mobile and computer, he’d flip an easy four hundred. Hungry for action, he reached for the door handle, then stopped himself and lit a smoke instead. They’d be up a few thou today if Bones pulled it off and she’d snap if he missed the pickup while he tossed the kid for small change.
The ute ahead with its hard tonneau cover and metallic gold duco looked brand new. A gap opened between Narelle and the Ford, but she could still make out a TIGERS decal on its rear window. Safe territory. Nothing to
