Bedtime Story: Silver and Scotch – Night 32
Silver and Scotch
Copyright 2015 by Barbara Hinske
Blake presented the counterfeit ID to the clerk of the budget residence hotel. She kept one eye on the reality show on the television at the end of the counter—some nonsense about housewives in New Jersey. The women scarcely looked at his papers, ran his debit card, and presented him with his key. “Welcome to Charleston,” she muttered without looking at him.
Blake smiled. She’d never be able to identify him in a lineup. Not that it would come to that. He had enough money, maybe it was time to stop. He wanted a normal life, with a wife and kids. And he wanted to see his mother again, not from a bus window but in person.
He would go out in a blaze of glory—cap his career with a heist that would be legendary. One that would show Jim Harrison that Jeffrey Blake had come out on top, after all. He had just the target in mind.