The Amateurs

“I…”

“Yeah.” Mitch glanced at his watch like an executive late for his next meeting. “Exactly. So how about we knock off the posturing and focus on the situation.”

She had to admit to being impressed. It was hard to reconcile this self-assured man with the wallflower she was used to. Alex looked startled too, said, “So what happened next?”

“Ian drove the rental car, and Je

“Where are they?”

“Parked separately, a couple of blocks from here. I wiped the Caddy down. Then we came up here, called you, and started waiting. Now, your turn. What did the cops say?”

“They mostly asked questions.”

“What did you tell them?”

“A couple of men in masks came in yelling. I tried to take one of them and got socked for it. After they left, I heard shots.”

“Did they ask what you were doing there?”

“Yeah. I told them Joh

“Did they buy it?”

“Why wouldn’t they?”

Mitch nodded. He had one leg crossed at the knee of the other, the foot bobbing. “Good. So it’s like we thought. No reason to tie it to us. We probably won’t hear anything more.”

Was it really that simple? Could it be? Je

“Not to change the subject,” Ian said, “but how much was there?”

“More than we thought,” Mitch said. “Two hundred and fifty grand.”

The words fell like a change in the weather, a soft snow that muffled sound. Ian broke into a wide grin. Alex gave a low whistle. “That’s… wait…”

“Sixty-two thousand, five hundred each,” Ian said. “Not bad for a night’s work.” He reached for one of the bags, split the top open. Stuck his face in and inhaled hard. “Goddamn, that’s good.”

“Yeah, well, you’re going to have lots of time to smell it,” Mitch said. “We can’t spend it.”

“What do you mean?”

“We can’t. Not yet.”

“Why?”

Mitch sighed. “Would you think for half a second? This was supposed to be untraceable. Joh

“So?” Ian’s eyes were wide. “What does that matter?”

“It matters because everything is more complicated. We have to cut every tie between us and the robbery. Dump the clothes, the masks, especially the guns. Return the rental. Get rid of the Cadillac. And go on living our lives just exactly as before. Which means that we have to pretend that money doesn’t exist. Take it home and hide it somewhere.”

They’d talked about that this morning, as they’d broken the stacks up. Mitch had wanted to get a safe-deposit box, something secure, and lock it all away. But she’d pointed out that there was no way the others would go for just one of them having a key. And if all four of them were on record at a bank for a safe-deposit box? Seemed like a big clue.

He’d yielded, but she could tell he wasn’t happy about it. She couldn’t blame him, watching Ian cradle the Ziploc like a favorite teddy bear. “For how long?”

“Probably just a couple of months.”

“No.” Alex shook his head. “No way. We did this because we needed the money. I can’t wait-”

“You have to. Or else you can’t take your share now.”

“Who says?”

Mitch stood up. “I do.”

Oh shit. Je

“I need that money,” Ian said. “I mean, I really need-”

“Mitch, listen, I understand what you’re doing, but-”

“This was your stupid plan in the first place, and now look-”

“Shut. Up.” Je

Ian started to argue, but she bulldozed him. “Here’s what’s going to happen. Alex, you’re going to get rid of the guns. Wipe them off and throw them in the river or a storm drain or something. Ian, return the rental car. Along the way, take all of the clothes to a Dumpster across town. Mitch and I will take care of the spare car.”

“But-”

“No buts. We’ll get it washed and cleaned, and then take it somewhere to get stolen.”

“Why the two of you?”

“Because one of us will need to follow in another car. In the meantime, do not spend a dime of your share. Mitch is right. We don’t know the situation yet. If the cops get on us, or Joh

“For what?” Ian asked.

“Maybe just to stay alive.” Mitch put one hand on Alex’s shoulder, the other on Ian’s. “Guys, listen. I know this isn’t what we pla

“We’re in this together,” Je

There was a long silence. Ian rubbed his nostrils between thumb and forefinger, and shuffled his feet on her rug. Alex looked like he was thinking of bolting out the door with one of the bags.

“OK?” she asked again.

“Fine,” Ian said, heaving a sigh. Alex only nodded. Neither of them would look at her.

And all of a sudden she had the strongest feeling they were fucked.

CHAPTER 17

“YOU DIPSHITS KNOW WHO I AM? You’re in a world of hurt for this.”

Victor heard the voice through the doorway and paused to listen.

“You think I’m just some restaurant owner you can jack off the street and shake down? Not go

The words were right, but the tone rang false to Victor. One of the things that made him good at his work was a nose for fear, and through the bluster, Mr. Loverin was scared.

Good.

The ten-flight climb had Victor winded, and he took a moment to calm his breathing. Then he fastened the top button of his jacket, shot his cuffs, and walked through the open doorway.

The space would one day be suites, another anonymous gray Chicago office building. But now it was an empty room half a city block in length, sitting vacant while the owner wrestled the city council over permits. Coils of wiring hung from exposed girders. The wind whipped through open walls. Dawn was just breaking in the east, painting the sky with a blood-red brush.

Joh

Slowly, conscious of the theatre of the thing, Victor began to walk over, his dress shoes ringing loud on the cement. The two men standing near Joh

“Who’s there? What the fuck is this?”

Victor stood for a moment, let the guy imagine the worst. Then he nodded, and one of his soldiers snapped the hood off.