Finally he came back, thumb-counting a fold of bills, stuck it down in his front jeans pocket, and got in. He sailed the first of his cards out the open window at the ATM, which was pulling back into its shell like a crab. "Don’t know how they cancelled that one so quick, after you put that thing through Freddie’s laptop." Flicked another. Then the last one. They lay in front of the ATM as its lexan shield came trundling down, their little holograms winking up in the machine’s halogen floods.