Things started out so sweet. Everyone was going to be rich. All because of Trunk Man. He was the guy Papa and his meatheads stuffed in the back of a stolen Nissan and drove to a forest preserve outside Detroit. He owed Papa big-time. To save his own sorry neck, Trunk Man made an offer: a million dollars in bonds tucked away in a safe. Boost it, split it, and toss Trunk Man from a roof. Easy. They hadn’t counted on a few things: like a broken axle, or the witness... or all that blood. Before this scheme is over, the road to a seven-figure heaven is going to feel a little more like hell