I’ve uncovered the Maloney Gang’s planned bank heist in South Street.
My men are ready for them. I feel a surge of pride. I found the most wanted gang in the whole state, evading jail for so long.
I give the order to close in: ‘Go Go Go !’
The sharp ring of my alarm clock pierces my dream which disappears like mist. I’m in my pokey room, smelling of fat from last night’s meal, streaks of mildew where the window leaks.
The drone of traffic from the street severs me from my moment of glory.