Murray removed a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow. Maybe Travis knew Ronnie wouldn’t kill him, but Murray thought he was going to die. He sat down at the table and looked at the gun that was now in Travis’s hand. He looked around the room. Jackie had let Ronnie go and now she also had her gun in hand. Murray turned quickly to Travis. “One-two-five, Travis. Please. I’m cutting my own throat here.”

“One-two-five is good, Murray.” Travis smiled and put away his gun. “In small bills, if you don’t mind.”

With money in hand, they left Murray’s and drove off. Travis sat quietly in the back seat, counting the money and listening to Jackie and Ronnie argue. Once again, he was lost in his thoughts. Although he didn’t believe that Ronnie was really going to kill Murray, the possibility did exist. Ronnie was becoming more and more un-predictable every day. He and Jackie had always had their disagreements, but they were occurring much more frequently. And that day’s events only proved to be another point of contention between the two.

Maybe it’s time to quit?

The words rolled around in his mind, over and over again. Maybe it was time to find a way to make it out of the game. They had been doing this thing for the last two years. They had made plenty of money during that time.

Travis reached forward and handed Ronnie his cut of the day’s job. “Here you go, Ronnie.” He handed a stack to Jackie. “That’s for you, Jackie.”

“I think I should get a bonus for drivin’ us out of Ronnie’s mess,” Jackie said with a laugh.

“Ronnie,” Travis said, “I think Jackie has a point.” Travis counted off two thousand dollars and handed it to Jackie. “That’s two grand. Thanks for gettin’ us out of there.”