
You drive. The town has three places worth robbing and more police than it needs. An accomplice in a biplane is doing his best.
How a job goes
Let the biplane do the rest.
Lure the police under the circles. Do not be there yourself.
Three places. Three bridges.
One lifts for boats. The police block the rest.
A new town every job.
Other streets, other bridges, the bank somewhere else.
Eight cars to save for.
What you keep goes into the safe. Spend it in the garage.
And one day, the safe house.
Lie low, or call it a night with a quarter on top.
“I am only waiting for a friend.”
