Better to Have It and Not Want It

While I scribble my name on the already full delivery sheet, the guy from the armored car service hands me my department's MetroCards. It's a pretty small shipment this week, and he shakes his head.

"Coulda mailed these to you," he says ruefully. 

"When you bring us the big bunch worth five grand," I say, indicating his gun with a tilt of my head, "I imagine you'll be glad you have that."

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One year ago: Momento Mori (Musical Theater Edition)

Two years ago: Sins of the Father

Three years ago: Not Even Close

Four years ago: It Fits Him Perfectly