As the wail of the sirens grew fainter in the distance, Frank Yates decided it was time to make his move.
"Kid, what are you plotting?"
The Fatty, noticing Frank’s shifting gaze, jammed the pistol barrel harder against Frank’s temple. "If it weren't for grabbing you, I wouldn't have forgotten that bag of cash. Do you know how hard it is to rob a bank these days? If you try anything funny, believe me, I'll blow your brains out right now!"
Frank didn't speak. He simply slid his eyes sideways, shooting the Fatty a look of utter disdain.
"f**k! What is that look?" The Fatty’s ego was apparently as fragile as his grasp on reality. "Are you looking down on me?"
"Fatty," Frank said calmly, his voice cutting through the roar of the engine. "You were the one who insisted on dragging me into th
