“Do I hear ninety?”

I lowered the card to my waist.

I could feel the yellow sticky note in my left coat pocket.

Tom Barrett had written three hundred five thousand dollars on it in blue ink.

That was our absolute limit.

I traced the edge of my dental scaler in my mind, working out how many more times I could afford to raise my arm before the bank cut us off completely.

I felt a cold prickle on the back of my neck.