“Braqueurs/Nobody Eats at Brunch (the Introduction of Thalia)”

“C’est un braquage! Ne bougez pas!”

“Hey, man, English.”

“D’accord. Dommage. Ma faute.”

“Nigga, what?”

“Okay, okay.” his beard was more a shade of dark brown than it was black. He laughed.

“One-thirteen,” the lanky Aussie looked at his wrist, then looked back up; repeating this two more times…