I was getting ready to leave when I remembered that my brother usually kept a pretty good amount of cash in his desk in his office. I nodded to myself. Kill two birds with one stone; piss Mark off and have even more money to spend once I got to New York.

Knowing Mark kept the desk locked; I went back into the bedroom and, picking up the hammer, went into his office. As I had suspected, the desk was locked. It was a solid desk and it took me several minutes of desperate swinging to break open the middle drawer so the others would open. In the bottom left...