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“Hex and I will go out there right now, honey,” said Chief. “You guys try to figure out where they went after leaving Willie’s.”

“Thanks, Dad,” said Emelia, hugging her father.

“Take care of her,” said Chief, gripping Sebastian’s hand.

“You know I will, sir.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“Frank killed himself,” said Ed, walking in the door of the camper.

They’d found a campground in rural Virginia that rented cabins and trailers by the week. The cabins were all full of temporary workers, but the trailers were larger and had room for everyone in one. It was still tight, but they were together.

“He what?” gasped Myrtle.

“He killed himself. They found out the connection between us and the bridge club. They must have seen his photo on the wall along with ours. When they confronted him, the news said he shot himself.”

“Did he say anything to them?” asked Mac.

“Mac! He killed himself,” said Ed.

“I know that, but if he told them everything about us, we’re cooked. We’ve got nowhere to go, and we need to get the hell out of here now!”

“No,” said Jeffrey. “No. I’m not done yet, and neither are you guys. I just know it. We have more in us. We have to do one more job.”

“Jeffrey, they know who we are, and they’re coming for us. It’s only a matter of time,” said Helen. “Now, you might be willing to die in a bank heist, but I’m not.”

“That’s why we’re not doing a bank heist,” said Jeffrey.

“What are you talking about? We’re not professionals. We knew about banks because we had inside information for them all.”

“That’s right. You did,” said Jeffrey. “Thanks to me. I was the one that hacked into your records to get the schematics on every bank on the East Coast.”

“You got in because Willie knew how to let you in,” said Ed. “We can’t be foolish here, Jeffrey.”

“Listen to me. I know what I’m doing. We’re going to rob from the robbers.”

They all stared at him, unsure of what in the world he was talking about. Maybe he’d started to lose his mind. If they left now, they could be in Mexico in two days or Canada by tomorrow night.

“We should just head to one of the borders now,” said Helen.

“Listen to me!” yelled Jeffrey. “A week ago, Baltimore and D.C. police did a joint raid of The Silencers, the motorcycle gang. They confiscated more than fifty-five million in drugs, two million in weapons, and thirty million in cash.”

“Holy shit,” muttered Mac.

“That’s right. Holy shit. They took it all and have it housed in a central evidence locker located between D.C. and Baltimore. It’s one I know intimately.”

“And you think they’re going to just let you walk in there and take all of that?” asked Myrtle.

“No, I think The Silencers are going to pay me to let them inside to get what they want.”

“Jesus, do you hear yourself?” said Ed. “You’re going to put drugs and guns back in the hands of one of the most vicious gangs in the country. I don’t know if I can do that, Jeffrey.”

“I’ll do it. For us. For Estelle, Willie, and Frank. I’ll do it. Me. I’ll split the cut that they give me, and we can all go our separate ways. They want their shit back, and they will be willing to pay for it.”

“How can you be sure?” asked Ed.

“Because I know these people. I hunted them and maybe worked with them on occasion.”