Friday, December 02, 2005

 

“Are you gonna take the job, or what,” asked Marty, “My wife’s in Vancouver for the next two weeks, so that gives you plenty of time to case the joint…”

“Wait, wait, case the joint? Do I look like Sam Spade?”

“Sam Spade was the detective and you’re going to rob my wife, not solve a mystery,” Marty continued on without missing a beat, “MaryAnn is in Vancouver for one more week. I can leave the basement doors unlocked. After you’ve clipped electricity to the building, sneak in and get that hat box in the closet where she keeps them diamonds.”

“What’s my cut?” asked Dennis, clueless to Marty Nine’s true intentions.

“We’ll split the whole lot of ‘em. Fifty/fifty. You just get me that box, unopened.” Marty said, “I’ll open it and we’ll split them diamonds fifty/fifty. Remember, one week. She gets back on Friday; do the job on Thursday.”

Marty knew that in that box, along with all of her jewelry, MaryAnn kept all the change she’d saved up since she was a teenager, dipping into it for bus fare or laundry day, but she never touched the pennies, and in that stash of pennies was a wheat penny worth three times as much as any jewelry. Four, maybe five times as much as any necklace or earring.

With the electricity out, Marty’s plan was to leave for his mother-in-law’s place a few blocks away, giving Dennis a clean path to nick the box, making sure to leave a messy exit, so the cops could see the house had been robbed. When they ask about his whereabouts, he'd have an alibi with his mother-in-law, and becuase Dennis was only the paperboy no one would suspect him in the least.

posted by Hog 9:42 PM