He stopped and looked at them both.

“You put in your work, you bring in swag, and then you get a piece of the action. That’s how this goes. Also, if I see you putting in work and I like what you’re doing, I might see fit to throw you a bonus from the stash that came before you. But as of now? Nada. That’s what you’re starting with. Zero.”

“Fine,” Luke said. “I’m good.”

“Cool with me,” Ed said. “You’ll come to find out I’m a go-getter. I don’t want anything I didn’t get.”

Parr raised a finger. His eyes were tired. “Son, when you see what we got here, you might change your mind about that. But be careful. Every man in this building knows his percentage. And they’ll kill you if you try to take it.”

They came to a solid wooden door. It was round, and inlaid with intricate painted carvings. The knob looked like it might be solid gold.

“This is door number one,” Parr said. “Let’s see what’s behind it, shall we?”

He opened the door and the group followed him into the room. It was a long and low stone chamber, lit by recessed lights in the ceiling. The most obvious feature of the room were the piles of money loaded onto wooden pallets. The piles were nearly man-high, ten-foot-by-ten-foot squares. The money was sectioned into bricks, each brick double-wrapped by rubber bands.

Parr picked up a brick from the first pile.

“American dollars,” he said. “The real thing, I think. Each brick is a hundred grand. There’s what…” He looked at the bodyguard with the Mohawk. “How many bricks in that pile, Roger?”

The guy shrugged. His voice was low and mellow. “I think they said four hundred. Something like that.”

Parr tossed the brick back onto the pile. “You can do the math on that. Never was my strong spot.”

They passed another pile of dollars, then another. Both were about the same size as the first one. Then they came to a fourth pile—about the same size as the others, but this time a different currency. Parr picked up a brick.

“British pounds,” he said. “They tell me that each pound is worth about two dollars these days. Ain’t that something? You’d think it would be the other way around. But the world’s been stood on its head just recently.”

He moved onto the next pile.

“Euros,” he said, without stopping. “They tell me it’s about a dollar thirty-five to a euro. Personally, I think that’s a disgrace.”

They passed another pallet of euros. Quick calculations told Luke that if what Parr was saying was true, there were at least a couple hundred million dollars’ worth of stolen currency in this room alone.