Dylan, breathing heavily, fell into the front seat of the decommissioned Crown Victoria police cruiser. Bobby, a step behind, slid into the driver's seat. They had two duffle bags of cash in their laps.
"Go, go, go," shouted Dylan."Whutch you waiting for?"
"I need the keys," said Bobby.
Dylan reached into one jacket pocket, then the other. He started to panic, and quickly felt his pants pockets.
"Come on, man," said Bobby. "Where are they?"
"I... You sure you don't have 'em?"
"You drove here, man," Bobby shouted.
"Oh, shit," said Dylan, glancing toward the building they had just robbed.
