Neal had been buttoning up his jacket when the sound of a gunshot pierced through the otherwise calm serenity of the area around him. He turned suddenly, jacket only half buttoned, eyes going wide at the sight before him. Keller was sliding his gun back underneath his coat, tucking it in the back of his pants, and at his feet laid Ben Stabler, the third man of the particularly successful three-man con they'd just pulled off. "Keller, what the hell did you just do?" Neal's voice was frantic, confused, desperately trying to find some explanation for this.
"Collateral damage, Neal. He claimed to have left his passport in there. Wasn't exactly a risk we could afford."
Neal stared at him in silent disbelief, blinking a few times over. He and Keller had never seen eye to eye on things, but this was a whole other matter entirely. He walked over toward the two men and crouched down beside Ben's body, noting that the man's left hand was tucked inside the breast pocket of his jacket. He tugged lightly on his sleeve, flinching as he noticed the passport fall out of his pocket and onto the tarmac. "Jesus Christ, he had it the whole time! You just killed a man for nothing!"
"I wouldn't exactly say it was for nothing. Look at it this way. Now we get to split the money two ways instead of three. Tell me that doesn't sound like a good deal to you," Keller smirked, folding his arms over his chest.
Neal shook his head at that, setting his jaw. "Keep it. All of it. It's yours."
Before Keller could respond (not protest, because Neal knew he wouldn't), the younger of the two men had turned to leave.
That was the last time they worked together.