[Elena's POV]
The lead robber hesitated, then jerked his head at his companions.
"Search him," he ordered. "Make sure he's not carrying."
The thinner of the two accomplices moved forward, but his steps were reluctant, uncertain.
"Boss," he said, his voice muffled by the mask. "I don't know about this. Noah Marlowe's famous. We knock over a couple stores, we get caught, maybe we do a few months. But k********g a billionaire? That's federal. That's life in prison. Or worse."
He shifted his weight nervously.
"I just wanted to get my dad some decent meds, man. This is way too hot."
The taller accomplice nodded quickly. "Yeah. I'm with him. I just need enough for my sister's hospital bills. This is... this is too much."
Something twisted in my chest.
Their family and medical bills.
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