The wallet was fat, with notes and plastic cards. Frankie picked it up and opened it riffling through the money with a grimy thumb.
“That’d buy us plenty.”
“And it’d also get us in plenty of trouble.”
“Trouble?”
“Yeah. Frankie, you are a numpty. Did you never see who dropped it?”
“Nah. Why’d I care who drops it?”
“Because it was MadDog Newton.”
Frankie dropped the wallet like it bit him.
Minnie picked it up and sprinted after MadDog’s shiny head.
She came back grinning, with a fifty in one hand.
“C’mon Frankie. Mister Newton is gonna buy us breakfast.”
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