Loot for the Unlucky Lady

When he looked back, Gibb was greedily ripping the oilcloth off the shoe box. He said, “I’ll take my half now, Gibb.”

“Half!” Gibb said in shocked surprise.

“Sure. I always raise the fee when clients try to cross me.” He turned and smiled at Gloria and there was something in her eyes that he knew he had wanted badly to see there.

“Besides,” he said, turning back to Gibbs, “my personal expenses are about to be doubled, I think. Glory, call the police.”