Getaway
Fingers drumming on the rough plastic of the steering wheel. Where are they? Shouldn't they be done by now? Check the mirrors. No police cars. Only ordinary pedestrian traffic in front of the bank entrance. Everything looked fine. But she wish they would hurry. It's been five minutes already, hasn't it? Five long, gruelling minutes. Look around. Why did she agree to go along with their stupid game? This was foolish! Nothing to see. Look in the mirrors again. The bank entrance looked as...