Sneaking into the house of a man closely connected with the drug trade was the stupidest and best decision of your life.

The owner was supposed to be out that night at home.

You had no right to make a mistake.

The backpack was getting heavier by the second, stuffed with expensive things, selling which, you would be able to provide yourself with a comfortable life for several years ahead.

"And who is it we have here?" Raymond's voice came from behind you.