Chapter 128: Fifty Grand Isn't Even That Much

"What's that supposed to mean? Carrying a burlap sack around to look like you're rolling in cash?" Sean sneered. He'd noticed Pierce Jackson drive up in a black Volkswagen. He hadn't bothered to check the model, but figured it was a Passat. How much could a Passat be worth, anyway? He sized Pierce up. The guy's clothes were plain, even a little shabby-not half as sharp as Sean's two guys. After what Pierce had just said, Sean guessed he was probably some company repairman, the type who did grunt...