The store was empty at that hour. The clerk turned around, eyes wide; Jack trained the gun on him.
“Empty the cash drawer, sir.”
The guy complied.
Bugs hit the Bel Air’s windshield as they flew down the two lane, high beams on, needle stuck on sixty, recently fired thirty-eight between them. Zack drove; Jack rode shotgun. At twenty-one, they still wore the same flat tops, glasses, clothes, boxers, shoes. Only their mother and sister could tell them apart. Okay, Jack had done it while Zack waited; but nobody’d ever sort it out—if it came to that.
“Empty the cash drawer, sir.”
The guy complied.
Bugs hit the Bel Air’s windshield as they flew down the two lane, high beams on, needle stuck on sixty, recently fired thirty-eight between them. Zack drove; Jack rode shotgun. At twenty-one, they still wore the same flat tops, glasses, clothes, boxers, shoes. Only their mother and sister could tell them apart. Okay, Jack had done it while Zack waited; but nobody’d ever sort it out—if it came to that.
