The night before, it had occurred to Bill Metcalf, when he was sorting through MoneyGram receipts, that he was no better than his father. The work had become its own kind of addiction. “We’re both chasing the same thing, on different sides of the law,” he said. “He enjoyed the streets and friends over family, and the pursuit of this lifestyle. And here I am, chasing those guys, and choosing that over my family.” His wife wanted to try for a boy; it would be their fifth child after four girls. “It’s one more jelly sandwich, who cares?” she argued, begging him, again, to ask for a desk job.
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