"Old man, you look like shit. Get in. We got company."
The Last Favor
And three criminals, drifting through it all, finally free.
Michael snatched it from him. "It's leverage. And leverage is the only currency that matters."
The target: the IAA building, downtown. The plan: steal a Marmont helicopter from the roof, extract the reel from a locked evidence vault on floor 47, and escape through the sewers. The real plan, Trevor's plan, was to set off the fireworks early.
Michael leaned out the window, pistol in hand. "Just drive, kid. And try not to hit a hot dog stand this time."
A moment later, a bright yellow Banshee 900R screamed around the corner and slid to a halt, inches from the boardwalk railing. Behind the wheel, Franklin Clinton leaned out, grinning.