“They pull a few boxes onto the floor of the store basement. McCauley opens one.

It’s six inches deep in banded stacks of cash. The color straps read $5,000 and $10,000.


Neil nods, seemingly with satisfaction. Cerrito smiles broadly, like he’s looking at a juicy steak. Chris feels his blood
pump with adrenaline.


“Fuck yeah,” he says. “Fuck yeah.”


He punches McCauley in the shoulder, then turns back to the breach in the wall.

“Hand me the long-handled flathead screwdriver,” he says.”

Excerpt From
Heat 2
Michael Mann