‘’We have over seventy nine thousand,’’ Val said. She sounded pleading as she looked at Gus over the small table in the meeting room in the jail, her dark hand hovering near Gus’, as if she wanted to reach out and hold it, but knew she couldn’t without being thrown out. The cop in the corner was already giving her suspicious looks; afterall, she’d been locked up alongside Gus not two days before, ‘’we can spare your bail.’’
Gus stared at her, ‘’what do you mean, you can spare my bail? Of course you can’t! I’ve done the calculations. Time is working against us. We need to get the remaining twenty one thousand in the next few days of we’ll lose the building. How much is my bail? Seven hundred? Eight hundred?’’
Val bit her lip, looking away, ‘’one thousand two hundred.’’
Gus closed his eyes briefly. He hated being stuck in his cell, especially since he now had a leering, rude drunk lo
