He smirked, somehow not surprised that Tori would own the top floor. She had the money to spare, and taste for classier things in life. While he could have afforded much better than the small apartment, he'd not known how the return would go and hadn't wanted a commitment. The crew always been smart with their money, and when the heat had come down, Freb had done a good job of filtering it into accounts that largely, the Feds had left untouched. He supposed he'd have to see to dividing the funds amongst them tomorrow...it was money that was rightfully owned, even if it had been won through illegal resources. They could do with the cash as they pleased...as for him, money was money, no matter how it was gained. He'd enjoy it.
He thought her suggestion over for a moment. He and Memphis were going to butt heads, that was likely. The older man seemed to blame him for what had happened, chalking it up to carelessness--but that was the problem. There had been no botched operation. No close calls. Nothing. It confused him slightly, but he supposed you could only run illegal operations for so long before the big dogs got a whiff. Either that, or it was a leak. His money was on the Chicago group, if that was the case.
"Maybe, though I'd like to go back. Might just go see how everyone's holdin' up and come back. I hope Memphis has chilled some since the club. I'd like to talk some reason into his thick skull, instead of pounding it there." He didn't want to fight the older man...but would if he absolutely had to.
Leading them to the apartment, he unlocked the door and opened it. The place was modest, with minimal furniture and neutral colors, but it would be all they needed for now, and for any time he decided to spend here during the week. "Far cry from what I'm used to. Look at all the space...hell, I bet they even got a bed in here. No cots for this guy!" He said with a lightly humored voice. Prison life would always be a memory he'd never shake, but that was okay. It made freedom taste that much sweeter.
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Tomorrow we could drive around this town
Let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found
To take its place
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