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put his hands on top of his head.
          “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he said.
         Jenny walked in and sat next to him and put her arm around him. Michael stood in the doorway looking at the two.
         “I fucked it all up,” Darren said. “Like everything else I try to do for us. I fuck it up. It never goes the way it’s supposed to.”
         “Oh, honey. It’s not your fault. We still got the money. I’m sorry you had to kill that guy. But we’re almost there. We just need to hang tight for a few days and we’ll be home free,” Jenny said.
         “Yeah,” Darren said. “Home free.”
     

Chapter 5
     
    Two weeks earlier
         “Rob a bank? Are you fucking insane? Darren said.
         “Just hear him out. Ok?” Jenny pleaded.
         “I can’t believe you’re even entertaining any of this.”
         “Look,” Michael said. “I learned all about this when I was inside. The problem with most bank robbers is they get greedy. They go into the vault and take way too much time. We will just get the cash drawers. In and out in about two minutes. By the time the cops get there, we’ll be long gone.”
         “That simple huh?” Darren asked.
         “Yeah. If we hit a few hours after their armored truck delivery, the drawers will be full. We could easily walk out of there with around five hundred grand.”
         “You learned about this in jail you said?”
         “Yeah, a guy on my cell block, his crew used to knock off banks.”
         “And he was in fucking prison. Shouldn’t that tell you something?” Darren said.
         “That’s because one of his crew went and bought a new house with the cash the day after the robbery. They caught him and he ratted everyone else out. We’re not that stupid. We’ll get the money, lie low , and then we’ll be set.”
         “God, this is insane.”
         “Baby, maybe he’s onto something. How much have we busted our asses for years? I’m still paying student loans on my fucking accounting degree and I can’t find a job,” Jenny said. “Besides, how rich are these fucking banks? They keep all of our money, charge us stupid fees; they make billions. The money is insured with the government anyway.”
         “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m just thinking that if we get caught. We are looking at twenty or thirty years in prison. Not something I want to do,” Darren said.
         “Not if we do it right. This is the right way. Trust me ,” Michael said.
         Darren got up and walked into the other room and sat on the edge of the bed. Jenny followed him in and sat next to him.
         “Did you know he was going to suggest this when he had us move in here?” Darren asked.
         “What? No! How could you say that?”
         “It just all seems so convenient. We have been here barely a week after our lives continue to unravel. And suddenly he has this perfect plan?”
         “Maybe he had it in mind. He said he learned about it in prison ,” she said.
         “I honestly can’t believe you’d consider this. What if something went wrong? Like one of us getting shot by the cops, or accidentally killing someone?”
         “None of that will happen. We’ll be in and out.”
         “ And you don’t have a problem with robbing and stealing?”
         “Not from billionaire assholes. Not when we are starving and near homeless ,” she said.
         He looked at her and thought about early in their marriage when things had been better. They bought their first house together. It was a nice, three bedroom home with a big yard. They had hoped to have children, but the children never came. Turned out he had a low sperm count. They thought about other methods, but time had slipped away from them. He thought of all the ways he’d failed her through the years. Losing his job, losing their home, not being able to give her children.
         On so many