“What the hell are you wearing?” Mickey asked. It was an old argument, and one Lorenzo had been expecting.
“A suit, Mickey.”
“With a white shirt. I told you, black jacket, purple shirt. You look like a banker.”
Lorenzo raised an eyebrow as he took in the rest of the crew. They’d all followed the dress code.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to have a uniform for a heist.”
“You don’t get it, mate. It’s not just pulling the job. We’ve got to have style.”
When the rest of them all got pinched. Lorenzo bailed them out, again.

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