The Heist by Mikey Chlanda

Follow Shaeffer, an old-school heistman,on his newest adventure.

The heist

Shaeffer is an old-school heistman. You need an armored car taken or a football stadium's gate receipts lifted, you call Shaeffer and his buddies. But the world is fast moving to a cashless economy. Everyone is paying with Paypal, debit cards, or electronic fund transfers these days. Join an aging heistman as he tries to deal with an increasingly high tech society, feeling more and more left behind. 

In this opening book, Shaeffer finds an ATM route truck that actually carries CASH. With his best friend Grogan, they go through the planning, the job, and the aftermath

Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / General

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Action & Adventure

Language: English

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Word Count: 29,000

Sales info:

A Kindle-only release, it came out July 12. It's sales rank on paid Kindle has ranged from 136,000 to 256,000. Across all platforms, sales are averaging 3 a day.


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Chapter 1 The Reason

 

Fuck the dark and stormy night shit. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in June when Michelle walked out on Shaeffer.

 

He was grilling steaks in the backyard, waiting for Grogan to show up. Drink some beer, slobber down some bloody steaks, and tell each other bullshit stories.

 

Shaeffer looked up when he heard a car horn honk. He didn't see anything. The car must have been going down the street. Shaeffer shook his head and went back to tending the steaks.

 

Next thing he knew Michelle was walking across the lawn towards him. She was dressed in one of her favorite hippie dresses, as she called them, her long black hair flowing in the wind, no ponytail today. She had that look on her face. Goddammit.

 

“We need to talk.”

 

Shit. In the history of mankind, Shaeffer had never heard of a good conversation with a man's girlfriend that had that opening phrase. He was willing to bet it didn't exist.

 

“What's up?” Shaeffer replied, already knowing the answer.

 

“I'm leaving you. My sister's in front, waiting to pick me up. I've got some bags packed - I'll be back for the furniture with my brother-in-law. I'll let you know.”

 

Shaeffer just nodded. Michelle walked away.

 

Shaeffer poked at the steaks in a daze. “Fuck.”

 

He didn't need this shit. He was 55 years old, looking at 


Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

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Portuguese
Already translated. Translated by Manuel Moreira
Spanish
Translation in progress. Translated by Camila Tiberi

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