Greedy to the core, he wanted one last score before leaving. He had the pigeon marked and ready for the kill. The doorbell rang. He answered. The pigeon flew in.
The mark, an old gentleman, exchanged a few words with him before handing him the envelope. Fifty-thousand, in cash. The swindler host reached out his long arm, grabbing the envelope.
The arm of the man who broke in, however, was longer. It was the long arm of the law.
“Freeze. Red-handed, Dennis. You were good, but not good enough.”
Dennis was a con, but he was a pro.