Greed made Damon quietly stretch out his hand and slip the wallet into his palm, while the smile on his face stayed exactly the same—
Compared with the false one just now, it was maybe a bit more sincere.
The little girl lowered her head. She saw what Damon did, but didn't say anything, just hugged her toy rabbit and climbed out from the backseat, obediently following Damon up onto the pickup.
Before getting in, she gave her unconscious father one more look.
With a "bang," the pickup's door was shut. Damon settled back into his seat and, out of habit, slipped his hand into his jacket for a cigarette.
The instant his fingers touched the pack, he realized he was out.
He licked his lips in discomfort, but as he thought of the watch and wallet he'd just pocketed, Damon's mood lifted a lot.
He stomped on the gas. The pickup, like an old man at death's door, let out a hoarse roar, pulled away from the stalled car, and sped toward Prescott.
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