A hitman finds a kid in the back of his getaway car, and it’s the beginning of an unexpected adventure for both. This could be the basis for a full novel, it’s fantastic. The protagonist is the kind of low-rent crook you’d find in a Leonard or Lehane novel.

For a job to go right, all the pieces have to line up. For a job to go wrong… The possibilities are endless.

Max knew. He’d been at it for a quarter of a century. Longer, if he added the New Jersey years that he didn’t want to be reminded of. He was a goon in training then, expendable, a low-ranking gunslinger in a cheap shiny suit.