Elias stared into his glass. "It was supposed to be a clean break. One last haul."
He watched her go, the bells above the door chiming a lonely goodbye. He stayed there for a long time, the silence of the bar closing in. Then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out. A text from a blocked number. New job. High stakes. You in? I Told You/ Another One
"I heard about the warehouse, Elias," Sarah said, sliding onto the stool beside him. Her voice was steady, but there was a sharp edge of disappointment he knew all too well. Elias stared into his glass