Holister grinned when he finally spotted the house. Gerrin knew of this place and felt it was perfect for their rendezvous point. The heist had gone off flawlessly yesterday in them stealing the diamonds. They had planned to meet up today. Gerrin knew a place so remote that no one could find them. Holister would provide passports as Gerrin held the diamonds. The drive took hours and Holister was starting to doubt the shack’s existence. He was relieved to see it, not knowing that Gerrin had earlier rigged the empty place to explode once the front door was opened.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Jean L. Hays.