SEVEN JOBS AND OUT: A Bronx Crime Novel

Six jobs in six years. Nobody has ever been touched.Ruben Ferrer drives an armored truck out of a depot in the South Bronx. Seven years, the same route, the same partner, a light coffee with two sugars every morning from a woman at a register who has never once let them pay. He is the most unremarkable man in that building.He has also been selling it. Routes, key rotations, shift rosters, handed across a steel desk in a body shop under the expressway. Six times in six years, for a number he was given at sixteen years old in a garage full of men throwing dice.Seven and out. That was his brother's rule, and his brother did not live long enough to finish it.Now there is one job left and it is not a truck. It is the depot itself, on the Friday night before a holiday weekend, and the vault takes two people to open. One of them is a woman with four children and a bad back. The other has been buying Ruben coffee for six years.He has nine days to find a way out of it.A slow-burn literary crime novel about the arithmetic men do in private, the promises they keep to the dead, and what it costs the people standing eighteen inches away.