Things started out so sweet. Everyone was going to be rich. All because of Trunk Man. He was the guy Papa and his meatheads stuffed in the back of a stolen Nissan and drove to a forest preserve outside Detroit. He owed Papa big-time. To save his own sorry neck, Trunk Man made an offer: a million dollars in bonds tucked away in a safe. Boost it, split it, and toss Trunk Man from a roof. Easy.
They hadn’t counted on a few things: like a broken axle, or the witness…or all that blood. Before this scheme is over, the road to a seven-figure heaven is going to feel a little more like hell.
It’s told in the first person from the point of view of a minor villain & as always with Deaver’s work there’s a little twist or two. The narrator of the story is a loan shark’s enforcer who, along with some of his fellow goons, steals a fortune in bearer bonds from an investment banker’s office. The robbery goes so smoothly that no one else in the office will knows that the bonds are missing for a couple of months. However, as the robbers are getting away, they are spotted by a passerby near the building. The loan shark is a cautious man and doesn’t any potential witnesses to the crime, so he orders the narrator to eliminate the bystander. This would-be hit, however, proves far easier said than done.