100 Word Challenge courtesy of Julia’s Place.
Four men with hunched shoulders stood in a loose circle around a card table set in the middle of the basement. A single bare bulb hung above, its light only strong enough to banish the shadows from the men’s faces and shine on the table where they were splitting the take.
“Forty grand each,” one man said, running his finger along a stack of bills. “Not bad for a first job. And winter will bring a few more jobs with it.”
The men smiled, already spending their cut. The third man pulled a bottle from the shadows and poured drinks.
None saw the gunman.