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“How many? Better not be thirteen.”

“Maybe you ought to just go home for the night,” I said. “We’ll call you down when it’s sorted.”

He pressed the heels of his palms against his temples. “This entire night is going to be bad fucking luck. Just wait. It’ll be one thing after the other. I guarantee it.”

“Oh fuuuuck,” Cash said.

Baker spun around. “What?”

Cash patted his back pocket. “My wallet.”

“Tell me you didn’t lose it.” Baker’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Tell me you weren’t even carrying the motherfucker while you were robbing a fucking bank!”

Cash swallowed hard. “I don’t have it.”

“You dumb cocksucker!” I bellowed. “You probably dropped it when you double dribbled that shit in the parking lot. Fucking great. The cops are going to be here before we know it.”

Ally looked at Cash. “You didn’t lose it again, did you?”

Cash swallowed hard. He nodded.

“Shit,” she said. “I bet it was when you dropped those boxes.”

“What happened?” Baker asked, his tone elevated. “What’d you do, Cash?”

“I’m going back,” Ally said.

A lump rose into my throat. “Back where?”

“To the bank,” she said. “I’m not going to let this entire crew get hemmed up because they find Cash’s wallet in the parking lot. I’ve got to get it before they do. We were fifty yards from the back door. They won’t be sweeping that part of the lot until morning.”

“That place will be crawling with cops,” I argued.

She shrugged. “That’s a chance I’ve got to take. I can talk my way into it.”

“Cash ought to be the one going to get it,” Baker seethed. “He dropped it, it’s his risk.”

Ally shook her head. “They’ll be looking for a six-six guy with a half-assed Mohawk. He stands out. I blend in.”

My heart sank. I couldn’t chance losing Ally. Not for a mistake Cash made. “Baby, you can’t—”

She leaned forward and kissed me. “I’ll see you in half an hour or so. If I don’t make it, you can come bail me out.” She handed me her throw-away phone and grinned. “Love ya, Babe.”

While the five of us watched with open mouths, she turned toward her car.

“Ally!” Baker shouted.

Mid-stride, she glanced over her shoulder. “Yeah?”

“I appreciate this,” he said. “You’re saving our asses, here.”

She grinned. “Anything for my Brothers, Boss.”

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Ally

I drove my Bug from the clubhouse to the all-night coffee shop in old town. I ordered a cup of coffee and a Danish. Still high on adrenaline, I took a seat in the corner and scanned the sparsely occupied lounge.