[s2e6] Hold What You Got Access

Holloway finally looked down at the pouch. He knew what was in it. It was the payout from the three-ton haul they’d run across the state line two nights ago—the one where the tires were screaming and the engine block was glowing cherry red in the dark. It was supposed to be the money that cleared the books. "You're short," Holloway stated.

"He didn't leave," Miller corrected him. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, leather-bound pouch. He didn’t open it. He just set it on the ledger with a dull thud . "He just got traded." [S2E6] Hold What You Got

"To the bank. To the state. To whoever's buying up the bottom half of this county this week. Does it matter?" Holloway finally looked down at the pouch

Miller didn’t care about the history. He only cared about the grease-stained ledger sitting on the desk between them. It was supposed to be the money that cleared the books

Holloway reached out with a trembling, liver-spotted hand. He didn't take the bag. He just touched the leather with the tip of his finger, as if expecting it to be hot to the touch.