Long, deep, loud breaths. Wilbur could feel his heart race, pulse pounding in his ears. All he could hear was rapidly pumping blood.
“That heist went south, Man. How did they get there so fast?” Wilbur’s partner in crime asked.
“I don’t know. I just don’t know. We got the jewels. We got the money. We’re going to be alright,” Wilbur explained. He was hardly convinced his own words were true. His spine pressed into a cold wall of red brick. He didn’t know what street he and his partner had found refuge on, but he knew the buildings here were not going to hide them for long.
Sirens grew loud and soft again as squad cars moved down a nearby street.
“We have to move,” Wilbur told his partner. Continue reading