“Sorry I’m late, y’all. I got caught up in lunchtime traffic. And you did say to drive safely,” Jackie said as Travis and Ronnie got in the car.

“See, Travis. You even knew Jackie was caught in traffic. Ain’t nothing wrong with your planning skills, Spock. I just fucked up, that’s all.”

“What’s he talking about?” Jackie asked.

“I told him it was my fault that things went down the way they did. I should have known that the manager had a gun somewhere. We should have taken the time to make sure that he didn’t. He thinks it’s his fault.”

“No, Travis, you’re wrong about this one. It is most definitely his fault. What the fuck were you thinkin’, Ronnie?” Jackie asked angrily.

“I’m sorry, Jackie. Damn,” Ronnie pleaded.

“Sorry don’t get it done. Not this time. It wasn’t the fuckin’ timeline. That shit was tight and on time. It was them extra fifteen seconds I had to spend gettin’ you off that man’s ass that fucked shit up. Kick the fuckin’ gun out of his hand and get the fuck back to work. But no, mister fuckin’ adrenaline has to have a kick fit,” Jackie argued. “It was those fifteen seconds that allowed rental cops to get there and in position and then allowed the cops to get close enough to actually chase us.”

“Enough already,” Travis shouted.

“No, Travis, Jackie is right. Those are the fifteen seconds that put us all in jeopardy. It won’t happen again.”

“Good,” Jackie said. “’Cause if it does, I’ll shoot you myself.”

Everybody laughed.

While Jackie drove back to the Bronx and argued with Ronnie, Travis closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He thought about how they went from college students to robbing crew.