Chapter 5
A Shadow in Chicago
A daring daylight robbery in a major city goes awry, turning into a frantic escape. They narrowly evade capture, realizing their amateur approach is no longer viable against seasoned pursuit.
The humid Chicago air clung to them like a second skin, a sticky reminder of the city’s relentless energy. Christopher, usually so at ease, felt a knot of unease tightening in his stomach. Felicia, beside him, her eyes scanning the bustling street, seemed to sense it too. The bank, a monolithic structure of granite and glass, loomed before them, its doors a gaping maw promising both riches and peril. This was Chicago, a beast of a city, and they were about to try and tame it, or at least, snatch a few of its teeth.
“You sure about this, Chris?” Felicia’s voice was a low murmur, barely audible above the symphony of car horns and distant sirens. She adjusted the strap of her oversized handbag, the one that felt both too light and too heavy at the same time.
Christopher offered a grin, a flash of white against his tanned face, a practiced charm that had served them well. “Piece of cake, Lee. We’ve done this a hundred times before, haven’t we? Just another Tuesday.” He squeezed her hand, his thumb tracing the delicate bones of her wrist. It was a lie, of course. This wasn’t just another Tuesday. This was Chicago. The stakes felt higher here, the air thick with a different kind of tension, the kind that prickled the back of your neck.
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