Three is a Crowd
Harry emerged from the prison’s gates shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight. He took a deep breath and inhaled a lungful of diesel fumes. A small price to pay for freedom.
He was the only survivor of the gang that had relieved a security van of enough ingots to set them up for life: Eddie had slipped in the shower cracking his head and Vince had died of food poisoning. It suited the old lag to perfection; it confirmed the saying that ‘Three is a crowd’.
Now no one else knew the whereabouts of the loot and, if he could reach it before the authorities discovered its hiding place, the haul, that could easily have sustained a banana republic, was his as a right. Who ever said that crime doesn’t pay?
He wasn’t expecting anyone to meet him on his release and was surprised to see two girls standing by a stationary car.
He didn’t have to think twice to guess who they were: they were the spitting images of his late partners in crime.
“Hello Harry”, Eddie’s daughter said, “We have waited fifteen years to meet you.”
Then the other interjected: “We have come to claim our inheritance.”
© Luigi Pagano 2020