THE HOLDOUT

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I'm not alking to you anymore.

You see Mooney and I were supposed to watch some money some investors needed held in cash until it could be transferred to a particular bank after a certain date. 1% sounded like a lot to be paid for part-time guarding but Mooney was always bragging his services were of such quality and making up figures later to cover his tracks.

His wife wouldn't stop calling me as she was wont to do when he wasn't paying attention and I was stupid trusting Mooney. Pretty convincing head gash he had. Mine they didn't like. In fact I couldn't show my face. these guys have been with Mooney after me from the beginning but they're just the dupes. Ya think one of them would know what the Internet was and see where that damned name Mooney was popping up so much.

I want to win so bad. Take him down attached to money that was never his. Where's mine? where's marshmallow's now that he no longer here to collect. All that secret crap about accounts need to be hidden so the wrong people couldn't trace your people. My money better be waiting when you lose. Trust me. I want to humiliate you dragging you by the collar down stairs to your most convenient bank where you probably stored my lack of funds for a long time. Some guys touched their own money, but me and that identity and damn plan. You know Mooney? Money does grow on trees. You should plant your own.
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