Jerks In Time

They say the best safehouses are the ones in the country, far away from prying eyes. Psh. That's nonsense: the best safehouses are the ones crammed in the middle of lots of other safehouses. You're small time, but with this haul you could probably pay off Paul at the skyscraper, get a place to lie low on the 47th floor until this all blows over.

You're also probably going to have to raise the kids now, or ditch them. Whatever. You're not sentimental.