think on your sins {greed/envy} {blitz}

His face fell in disbelief and defeat. Nestor was trying to ruin him. Minx didn't know the homeowners well enough to predict their ruthlessness, but what if he wasn't lying? He would end up starved and homeless. His Aunt Lara would scream in constant pain, and she would be homeless too. He would have to deal with her in the streets. Unless she died, of course, which would be easier.

His brain was wracked with all of the horrible possibilities. It also enraged him. "I was going to do that anyway," he snarled, picking up his duster. He would like to shove the back end of it into Nestor's groin, but his last violent act had actually gotten him fired. He needed to money too much.

"You're not even going to give me the address. Four hours to clean the house and replace the glass? Nobody can do that."

He sighed. This was only going to make matters worse, but it was true. He couldn't do it.