He was overjoyed at the fact that he could now live comfortably with his lady for years to come. He still had $500,000 saved up from the money Jamaica Joe had left him, so he was indeed a millionaire, with a little bit of change to spare. He’d lost track of time, sharing last drinks and thoughts with Mitch. He punched eighty on the speedometer, until finally he was sitting in the driveway at his home. He jumped out of the car in excitement, grabbed the duffel bags out of the trunk, and hauled them into the house. “Halleigh!” he yelled as soon as he entered. He didn’t care that it was three o’clock in the morning. He couldn’t contain his excitement and wanted to share his departure from the game with her. He couldn’t wait to let her know it was real, that he was truly a man of his word. “Hal!” “Malek, what’s wrong?” she asked sleepily as she came out of the bedroom. “Why are you yelling?” “This is why, Hal”—He emptied the contents of one of the duffel bags all over the floor.
