Liberty returns to the car with a tissue over her arm. I can see where the crimson seeped into it and she catches me staring.

"Your fries in the bag," I tell her. "Are you sure you didn't want anything else?"

Behind us, I can hear Ben chew his cheese burger. Liberty mumbles a 'yes, thank you'.

When she doesn't open the bag, I turn back to watch the road outside the parking space. I think she senses the next question I'm about to ask so she finally pulls out a fry. It doesn't make it any less awkward to eat a whole ass burger while she nibbles on fries.

"You're not hungry?" I ask.

"No," she says, bluntly enough for me not to bring it up again.

When I'm done, I push the wrapper into the brown bag. Ben offers to throw the trash outside so I pass the bag over my shoulder towards him. The door closes after him and I briefly glance at Liberty who is still chewing slowly on her fries.

"You okay?"

She looks at me, although she's surprised that I'm still here. "Yeah, I'm fine."

I don't get another word in before Ben gets back into the car. I straighten up and refasten my seatbelt.

"Where to now?" I look up at Ben through the overhead mirror.

He wipes a smudge of sauce off his face before answering, "When do pawn shops close around here?"

"I'm not sure," I reply. "Never been to one."

"There's one off the interstate, do you have your phone on you?" Liberty asks, her hand already outstretched.

"Yeah," I unlock my iPhone and open the maps app. Her hand is still in front of me so I hand it over, hesitantly.

She types a name and gives it back to me, "It's a sixteen minute drive from here. And it closes in forty-five minutes."

"We can make it," Ben says a little too enthusiastically.

"Okay," I glance at the gas meter and reverse out of burger king.

When we get to the shop, I walk behind Liberty and Ben. I lug one of the bags, temporarily distracted by the set of watches in the glass cases. One of the tags read $1150 and I can feel my temptation slide away. It's a sweet watch but I don't have that kind of money. Even if I did, I'm not sure I'd want to spend that much. At least I don't think I would.

Liberty seems to know what she's doing, already grabbing the attention of one of the sales people. I join Ben's side and balance the bag between my feet. We have two bags still sitting in the car. We'll be lucky if we don't raise any suspicion with these two bags, one of which seems to be barely holding it together.

  The sales guy, with helmet hair and a Braves team hat, glances at Ben and I for a moment before returning to his conversation to Liberty. Ben takes some things out of his bag first and I'm slightly nervous. My palms are cold and clammy as they discuss the white G-shock watch which seems to have made the happy pile for Jayden.

Eventually, it's time for me to start placing on the glass. Jayden calls over another of the sales associates to help him. This does not help my heart which is now thumping loud enough to reach my ears.

Ben returns some of the things they're not interested in, back inside his bag. I clear my throat, putting a few decorative plates on the glass counter. For a second, one of them slips out of my hand, causing a loud clatter. I quickly stop it from oscillating back on the glass, unsteadily setting it on top of the other one.

  "What do we have here?" John, the guy with a Freddie Mercury 'stache and wooly eyebrows turns to me.

My mouth feels dry as I try to explain what we're all looking at. But I don't know what they are or the language under my thumb is. Liberty walks around Ben to take over. I am more than relieved when she does.

"These were my mother's," she begins. "She always told me they were one of the most expensive things she owned, that's why they never left the glass cabinet. With her gone, I don't need them around anymore."

John seems satisfied with Liberty's back story and frankly, a little bored. He taps away on his phone, presumably to check what we couldn't tell him ourselves. The rest of the bag are pieces I'm a little more confident with like some old polaroid cameras and vinyls. Of course, I learn more about them as they're handed over to John to evaluate and price. Some of these things surprise me when they get to naming offers. Liberty is careful not too sound too eager, bargaining the Movado watch and bumping the price a lot more than was initially proposed.

  We leave the store with just over $2100 which feels like a job well done. When I see Ben's face before he gets in the car, I realize this isn't what he'd wanted.

It's quiet in the car for a while and Ben is the first to break it.

"We still have two more bags," he points out, a question brimming in the undertone.

I check google for any other places nearby but all of them have a red colored 'closed' under their names.

"No luck," I tell him. "Looks like we'll have to wait until tomorrow."

"The cops will be looking for this stuff by tomorrow," he says, with slight urgency.

  "Do you have any bright ideas then?"

"I don't know," he says, a little quieter.

"How much did we make in cash?" Liberty finally speaks.

"More than what we got at the shop," he mumbles.

"How much?" I ask.

"Twenty."

"Twenty K?" I turn around to look at him.

"Yeah."

"Holy shit," laughter bubbles in my throat. "And you've been sitting on that all this time? Why do you look so bummed then?"

"I wanted to see how much we'd make with the stuff first."

"That's almost sixty-seven hundred between the three of us," Liberty says and I feel even more elated than I was two seconds ago.

"Holy shit."

I can't believe it. Sixty-seven hundred in one night? And we still have two more bags. Who knows how much they'll go for. I look at Ben again who is quietly shuffling through the bag.

"What's up with you?" I ask.

"Nothing."

I'm about to ask again because his sulking tells another story but Liberty shoots me a silent look, as if to say, drop it. So I do. I don't know what's up with him but sixty-seven hundred dollars sounds pretty fucking great to me. And we still have more to sell.

  "We can do the rest of the pawn shops in the morning," Liberty says. "It's best we don't hold on to these for too long."

"We can keep them at Ben's place since my car was the getaway car," I propose.

 "Assuming the cops haven't already surrounded my apartment," Ben adds, sourly.

"At least they won't be able to tie the two incidents together even if they did," I shrug, my hand itching to pull out a cigarette. "Just shove them into your closet."

 "Fine."

"Can you drop me home," Liberty asks. "I'm not too far from here."

"What's the address?"

She offers to type it into the GPS system instead. 

"We should get each other's numbers," I announce. "We can meet at Ben's early tomorrow, sell the rest of the things and then get our tickets to Maryland."

 There's silence for a moment so I continue.

"We're still in for Maryland, right?" I turn in my seat to look at Ben. "Right, Ben?"

"Ye-Yeah," he croaks. "We'll get the tickets."

"Good, because we did your thing," I remind him in case he forgets whose been driving him around. "We got the money, robbed a place. So, we good, right?"

"Yeah," he doesn't meet my eyes and I'm still not understanding the hesitation.

"What time tomorrow?" Liberty asks, already thinking ahead.

"Earlier the better. How about seven?" 

"Seven is way too early," Ben complains

"What part of being ahead of the cops isn't clear to you?" I shoot him a look. "It'll take us an hour or two to sell this stuff anyway. And if we're lucky, we can get moving to Maryland if we get tickets."

"Seven works fine for me," Liberty says. "I probably won't be getting much sleep tonight anyway."

Ben sighs, "I don't think I will either."

"Great, then it's settled," I clap my hands once before turning the key in the ignition. "Seven at Ben's. Save my number and call me so I can save yours too."

  We pull into Liberty's driveway, still slightly on the curb so I can make a quick reverse. Ben hands her share of the cash which she pushes into her wallet. She gets out of the car and mumbles a distracted 'bye' before walking to the house. 

"You wanna move up front?" I ask Ben. 

"I'm good."

"I'm asking you to so that I won't look like a fucking cab driver."

"Jeez, fine okay," he mutters, quickly changing seats.