(Jason)
I was sitting on the motel bed, counting the last of our cash. Fifteen hundred dollars. That was it.
"How much?" Chelsea asked from the bathroom.
"Not enough," I said. "We need to find another mark soon."
She came out brushing her teeth. "What about that old guy from the gas station? He looked lonely."
"Too risky. Small town, everyone knows everyone."
Chelsea spit into the sink. "So what's the plan?"
"I'm thinking we move to the next city. Find someone with better credit scores."
"With what money? We can barely afford another night here."
I threw the crumpled bills on the bed. "We'll figure it out. We always do."
That's when I heard the cars outside. Multiple engines. Too many for a normal Tuesday morning at this dump.
"You hear that?" I asked.
Chelsea walked to the win
