Chapter 136: Criminal Business

VOLUME SIX: CRIMINAL BUSINESS

Shiloh

"Be careful, Rainman. With a name like hers, she might bite," my mugger spat. It didn’t make a lot of sense, and I had more pressing issues at the time, but still, the insults stung.

It also wasn’t the first time I heard someone use a dog reference to make fun of my name. Nobody was original anymore. I blamed the internet. I stepped down the first batch of stairs in front of the bar’s back entrance with both hands held high—a classic robbery move.

"Gee, I’ve never heard that one. I guess after I finish kicking your ass, I’ll have to go yell at my mom for naming me Shiloh."

Was it smart to use sarcasm on a man who held a gun to me with his finger on the trigger?

No.

But I’d made dumber choices in the past. His finger hovered over the trigger as if he couldn’t wait to shoot me but then realized I was no good to him dead. You can’t ransom a corpse.