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he stood. “I think I’m going to get some rest. It’s been a long day. Thanks for letting us crash here Michael. Hopefully we’ll get on our feet soon.”
         “Sure man, don’t mention it.”
         Darren put his plate in the sink and headed to the bedroom. He used the adjoining bathroom and stepped back out. He undressed and lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The air conditioning felt good. The apartment wasn’t much, but at least it was cool. He sat up and dug through his bag for his water bottle. Once he found it, he took a drink and went to set it on the night stand.
         One of Michael’s duffel bags was on the stand. Darren picked it up to set it on the floor, but was shocked at how heavy it was. The bag wasn’t very big, but felt like it had a brick inside. It was Michael’s stuff, so he shouldn’t be going through it, but he noticed the zipper was open anyway. He pulled the bag open and inside saw a semi-automatic handgun. Darren dropped it to the floor and shot back onto the bed on his back.
         Why would Michael have a gun? He just got out of prison. For one thing, it was a felony just for Michael to be in possession of a gun, or anywhere near one for that matter. Second, it was there in a bag as if it had been in use recently. Darren started to wonder about Michael’s “odd jobs.” Though maybe he was onto something if he could get away with it. Being a tax paying, law abiding citizen sure wasn’t paying off. His entire life, Darren had done all the “right” things.
         He graduated high school, went to college, got a good job and got married. They hadn’t had kids, but that wasn’t his fault. He did all of the things to pursue the American dream, yet there he was, broke and living in his brother in laws shitty apartment. Not what he had planned for his life at all. Maybe it was time to do the wrong thing for a change and see how that pays off. Before he could think much further, his eyes grew heavy as he drifted off to sleep.
     

Chapter 4
     
    June 10, 2013
         Darren pulled into the garage and closed the door. They climbed out with their gear and the money. He popped the trunk, to find Dunca n curled up in a fetal position and shaking.
         “Please! Don’t hurt me!” he cried.
         “Shut up, get out of there ,” Darren said as he pulled him out by the jacket. “Get inside.”
         “You took your masks off? Are you going to kill me?”
         “I will if you don’t move your ass! Now go!”
         They got inside the house which was empty. He dragged Duncan to the corner and sat him down.
         “See if there’s any duct tape or anything to subdue him with,” Darren said.
         “Where? I don’t think there’s anything here ,” Jenny said.
         “Can you just look?”
         “Are you sure this place is abandoned? No one is gonna show up by surprise?” Jenny asked.
         “I’m positive. I scouted this place for weeks and looked up the property records. The owners live out of state, they haven’t been here in years.”
         Jenny started looking through drawers and cabinets as Darren removed his jacket and gloves. He opened the bag of money and looked through it, awestruck by the amount of cash.
         “Jesus Christ, that’s a lot of money ,” he said.
         “You hit us right after our armored car delivery,” Duncan said. “They had just filled all of the teller drawers.”
         “Well good timing for us I guess.”
         The sound of a car pulling up startled Darren.
         “Jen? Who is that?” he called out.
         “I don’t know, no one knows about this place.”
         Darren grabbed the shotgun and ran to the window, but the car had pulled behind the garage. He pointed the gun toward the back door and pushed it open. As he moved around the back of the house, he heard a car door slam. He pointed the gun at the edge of the garage as