Previously – Chapter 10: Twelve Envelopes Charles had offered to take the last one by wire. Jake said he’d bring it. The envelope held one thousand nine hundred dollars, and he did not count it, … Against All Odds – Chapter 11: No, Thank YouRead more
Previously – Chapter 9: The Fourth Tuesday in October The storage unit in Skokie held fifty-eight degrees in February, which the front office described as climate controlled, and Lila had stopped arguing about it in … Against All Odds – Chapter 10: Twelve EnvelopesRead more
Previously – Chapter 7: What Do You Get Out of This The leg quarters were ninety-nine cents a pound. Nobody puts leg quarters at ninety-nine cents unless they need them out of the case by … Against All Odds – Chapter 8: Nine DollarsRead more
Previously – Chapter 6: One Card The carpet in the intake lobby at Vista Del Valle was the color of a manila envelope that had spent a decade in a drawer, and it was cut … Against All Odds – Chapter 7: What Do You Get Out of ThisRead more
Previously – Chapter 5: Clean Squares in the Dust The envelope held eleven thousand four hundred dollars and he counted it three times in the rental car, a Kia Soul the color of a tennis … Against All Odds – Chapter 6: One CardRead more
Previously – Chapter 4: Welcome Back, Mr. Dalton Jake’s face froze at 11:40 on a Tuesday with his mouth open and one eye shut, and it held there long enough for Lila to screenshot it, … Against All Odds – Chapter 5: Clean Squares in the DustRead more
Ignacio has the door open before the car stops. The suite is comped, the folio shows a zero, and over breakfast Lila asks how much of it is true.
Previously – Chapter 2: What He Wrote on His Wrist The gondolier had a fine voice and a terrible dispatcher, and Lila could only concentrate on one of them. “Fourteen boats,” she said. “Mm.” “Two … Against All Odds – Chapter 3: Page Thirty-OneRead more
Previously – Chapter 1: Fateful Encounter Level five of the Bellagio self-park held seven cars at six in the morning, and Jake Dalton had been sitting in one of them for fifty-one minutes with the … Against All Odds – Chapter 2: What He Wrote on His WristRead more
The text came in at 3:52, eight minutes before the meeting, which meant Curt Reisman had known since roughly ten that morning and had spent six hours deciding how to phrase it. rain check!! traveling, … Against All Odds – Chapter 1: Fateful EncounterRead more