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The Two Minute Rule [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader]
eBook by Robert Crais
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eBook Category: Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description:  Two minutes can be a lifetime. Ask anyone on the wrong side of the law about the two-minute rule and they'll tell you that's as long as you can hope for at a robbery before the cops show up. Break the two-minute rule and it's a lifetime in jail. But not everyone plays by the rules...
eBook Publisher: Simon & Schuster, Inc./Simon & Schuster
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2006
Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT (316 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT (381 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT (237 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [533 KB]
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MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 0743289153
Microsoft Reader ISBN, eReader (recommended) ISBN: 9780743289153
 
1 "YOU'RE NOT TOO OLD. Forty-six isn't old, these days. You got a world of time to make a life for yourself." Holman didn't answer. He was trying to decide how best to pack. Everything he owned was spread out on the bed, all neatly folded: four white T-shirts, three Hanes briefs, four pairs of white socks, two short-sleeved shirts (one beige, one plaid), one pair of khaki pants, plus the clothes he had been wearing when he was arrested for bank robbery ten years, three months, and four days ago. "Max, you listening?" "I gotta get this stuff packed. Lemme ask you something—you think I should keep my old stuff, from before? I don't know as I'll ever get into those pants." Wally Figg, who ran the Community Correctional Center, which was kind of a halfway house for federal prisoners, stepped forward to eye the pants. He picked them up and held them next to Holman. The cream-colored slacks still bore scuff marks from when the police had wrestled Holman to the floor in the First United California Bank ten years plus three months ago. Wally admired the material. "That's a nice cut, man. What is it, Italian?" "Armani." Wally nodded, impressed. "I'd keep'm, I was you. Be a shame to lose something this nice." "I got four inches more in the waist now than back then." In the day, Holman had lived large. He stole cars, hijacked trucks, and robbed banks. Fat with fast cash, he hoovered up crystal meth for breakfast and Maker's Mark for lunch, so jittery from dope and hung over from booze he rarely bothered to eat. He had gained weight in prison. Wally refolded the pants. "Was me, I'd keep'm. You'll get yourself in shape again. Give yourself something to shoot for, gettin' back in these pants." Holman tossed them to Wally. Wally was smaller. "Better to leave the past behind." Wally admired the slacks, then looked sadly at Holman. "You know I can't. We can't accept anything from the residents. I'll pass'm along to one of the other guys, you want. Or give'm to Goodwill." "Whatever." "You got a preference, who I should give'm to?" "No, whoever." Copyright © 2006 by Robert Crais
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