“Who’s side are you on, anyway?”

It was an unfair question. Jack knew whose side I was on. As always, we were on the same side. He was angry, and when he got angry, Jack didn’t think straight.

“We can’t do this, you know that. It’s wrong. This isn’t our money.” I guess I moved instinctively, but before I knew it I was between Jack and the money.

“No one’s going to miss it. The casino already thinks it’s unrecoverable. They’ll get a big insurance payout and everybody’s happy.”

“It’s not that simple, Jack! These are sequentially numbered bills and they’re all at least fifties! How the hell are we going to even spend this? It’s worthless!”

We were two ordinary Joes in a hotel room in Vegas. The hotel had been robbed the previous night. Except it hadn’t. The spoils were right here, waiting to be picked up. It was a complex chain of events and I don’t know if I can do it justice, but suffice it to say there was thirty million dollars stacked neatly under the bed, and no one was coming to collect it.