“Are you out of your mind, Jake? If we get caught here, they’ll add ten years to our sentences.”
“Relax, Hubie. We won’t get caught. Now get off your lazy butt and help me drag the raft higher on the rocks. We’ve got to get it in undercover.”
Jacob “Jake” Falco and Hubert “Hubie” Pavoni had both been sent up for twenty years to life for their part in the largest bank heist of the 20th century. Three guards and two hostages were killed during the shootout and only Jake and Hubie got away long enough to hide the $10 million in cash they’d made off with. That was six years ago, and they were still the only two men alive who knew where to find a fortune.
“Okay, Jake. We’ve got the raft and supplies under this outcropping, so it can’t be spotted from the air and sure as hell no one’s going to step foot in this place except crazy people like us.”
“That’s the beauty of my plan, Hubie.” Jake was smiling, he was always smiling. He was grinning ear to ear when he shot that teller, she couldn’t have been more than twenty, and the railroad worker whose only mistake was to be in the bank depositing his paycheck when The Costanzo Gang walked in to knock over the joint. He was just trying to protect the girl.
Jake put his hand on Hubie’s shoulder. “Point Lobos…hell, all of San Francisco is a protected reserve. Has been ever since the ’06 quake flattened the whole city what…thirty-five years ago? Anyway, since it’s illegal for even Park Rangers to step one foot inside, anyone looking for us won’t be able to search here. We’ll just lay low for a few weeks until the heat’s off.”
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