Chapter Sixteen
“Seven hundred and seventy, seven hundred and eighty, seven hundred and ninety… Four million and eight hundred thousand bucks!” Sean finished counting the loot with a loud cheer in Mary’s hotel room, tossing a wad of cash on the living room table in front of him. At last, Johnnie could relax. Apart from Tom’s attempt to get rid of them, everything had gone well. It was a clean, professional job; they had left no trail behind whatsoever. They had what they wanted. He couldn’t wait to see Susan again and tell her all about their success. Sat next to him, Mary seemed content, but her face remained stiff. She leaned her back against the couch, softly closing her eyes.
“God, what a night.” A long, deep sigh left her lips.
“Whacking the guy who killed your boyfriend, reuniting
