In the criminal gang, sorry, in the social club, my job was to divide the cash up according to the current whims of the boss. His mood and his favoritism altered seemingly daily, but there was one constant. No matter how good or bad the take of the day was, Charlie, our guy in blue, only got a hundred bucks.
After a while, I finally got to ask him. He told it was the perfect amount to spend and not be noticed by anyone.
The way he said this told me he knew the hundred that went missing every day...
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