Shadows play

d curtains of Fabrice's room when his phone vibrated on the bedsid

hree nightclubs. We're emptying

ments in one night. A risky plan, but surely very profitable. He took a deep breath, gla

I'm

-

orns, distant shouts, and the deep bass of active clubs. In an unmarked car parked in a dimly li

ce (t

ht? Seriously? Are you a

a cold smile

verywhere. The owners keep everything on-site to pay the employee

justing h

irst club in our pocket. The othe

e (wor

t if it g

a black balaclava, h

doubt anymore. You're in

-

ing questions. In less than ten minutes, the safe had been emptied, stacks of cash care

he group's techie, had everything planned. Sitting in a van away from the action, he neutra

g to Winner while

go this far... I didn'

ot lookin

're pulling it off. Money isn't scary; you

m out quickly – a discreet injection of a sedative into a drink they had tampered with through

e dawn, the bag heavie

ar, tapping Fabr

longer a novice, brother.

window, his eyes empty. That world...

-

k off his shoes, and walked softly. In his room, he hid the bag under the bed, locked the door tightly, an

-

d fish – Fabrice sat across from his mother. She was knitting, her

e (sud

we need

ked up,

something s

rdening. For an old Lebanese guy. A big yard, a

rowed h

denin

' salary in advance. He wanted me t

That sounds

doesn't care about money. H

large bundle of bills, an

falling apart. You deserve better than th

scribbled. On the pages, ideas, a

Diane at the register. Me, I'll help when

nt, her hands trembling.

er wanted. But... are you su

forced

t us to get out of poverty.

me. He closed his eyes. And in that s

hold on before eve