C159 An Annoying Fly

A sudden voice cut through Wood's movements, and with a furrowed brow, he recognized the all-too-familiar sound of trouble brewing.

"Kid, here's a grand. Hand over those four tickets."

Emerging from behind Wood was a young man with a shaky gait, accompanied by a woman garishly dressed. Both were decked out in new money finery, the man sporting a Rolex and jangling sports car keys at his waist