Entering the sanctum sanctorum was no great deal but it took all my skills to dislodge the idol from its base. Worthy of my last job.
“Bring it and get the price you name,” the antique dealer had told me.
The night was still young. Enough time to share a drink with the great one. He won’t get another chance.
Holy water diluted my whiskey. Neat for Him. Clink. Cheers, Almighty!
Sunlight and hushed giggles woke me up. There was a crowd around me.