Hindsight is twenty-twenty, and now that I think about it, it could’ve gone either way. It didn’t work as intended, call it dumb luck or a dumb decision. Or both, doesn’t matter really.
But to my credit, which is all I have now, I had a couple things in my favor. I called on Werman, who owed me. He ensured I’d have the right guys to get the job done. I set a trap with AJ for Ralphie and Mike at the Bleating Moose to keep them occupied. I left my partner Sam posting up outside the safehouse as a decoy.
The last ace up my sleeve was Donna. She left the boss’ computer logged in to his account, an open treasure chest ripe for the plunder. A Jack, a King, an Ace, and a killer bluff. With this hand, I could’ve owned a game of Hold’em. A Queen lay hidden somewhere on the table. But Ten showed up to the game, all in different suits. I’ll stop with the metaphors now.