Staying Low Key Novels & Stories

I ask, my tone incredulous. "It’s a staycation," Saint says with a faint, cynical smile. "We lock down the perimeter. We sit on the couch. We order takeout. If anyone comes knocking, we shoot them from the comfort of your home. No jungles. No mud. Lots of money. It’s a fucking dream job, man." "He’s a beat-up kid in stolen clothes," I sneer. "He probably stole a credit card to get the money he was waving around." "We can verify that," Dominique says. She looks at me, her expression resolute. "I call a vote."