Surrogate for the Alpha
And desperation made them smarter than most grown men.
At first, it was scraps—petty theft in the market, a stolen loaf of bread, coins lifted from a drunk’s pocket. Vince had the fists, Corey had the mind. Corey could watch a man’s walk and know which side his wallet sat on, know if he was drunk enough not to feel a hand sliding into his coat. Vince, on the other hand, could make any pursuer regret chasing them.
But they were too sharp to remain pickpockets.
One night, Corey noticed a merchant, fat and wealthy, sneaking into the arms of a woman that wasn’t his wife. A plan sparked. The next morning, the man received a letter with no signature, only a demand: “Pay or your wife knows.”
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