He grabbed the book.
The hatch groaned open. Inside, on a pedestal, sat a small, leather-bound ledger. Not gold. Not diamonds. A book. ws biglucky
Wallace moved through the darkness, his flashlight cutting a beam through the dust. He wasn't alone. Kaine had sent "insurance"—two enforcers named Vinnie and Slice. They followed ten paces back, their breathing heavy in the silence. He grabbed the book