The Perfect Distraction

Marcello

Thursday nights were supposed to be boring. That was how it was sometimes. No big deals, no people, no extra attention. Enough noise to keep the money coming in and the doors open. It was all very predictable. Safe. I hated it.

I drove through the city with one hand on the wheel. The other tapping on the leather seat. Music was playing softly in the background. The streets were a blur of