Mac pushed Hank against his car. "How could you be so stupid?"

"I've always kept the drugs and money in my car."

Mac was about to punch his brother, but hesitated. "He's going to kill me."

"Talk to him," Hank suggested. "Tell him you will get the money."

"Why do you think I do this?" Mac snapped. "I owe him ten grand now. And this."

"I will get the money," Hank assured him.

"Shit." Mac started walking away. "I gotta get out of town."

"I'll get the money," Hank yelled.

He looked at the pistol in his hand. "I will."