The scrawny, bald robber waved his gun toward the other employees. “All of you get on the floor too. I’d say get comfortable, folks, but I doubt that’s possible on the cold, hard floor. Oh well, too bad for you.”
When Misty didn’t move, he pointed the gun at her again. “What’s your problem, sweetheart? Are you deaf?”
“Can’t you see she’s frozen in fear?” Gabe shouted. He hoped he hadn’t just put Misty in danger. Visions of his dead dog, bloody, broken, and lying against the curb, crossed his mind at that moment.Oh God, if this guy hurts her…I couldn’t live with myself.
“Okay, sweetheart. You’re going to be the one opening the vault. Back away.”
Misty’s voice shook as she answered, “B-but I don’t know the combination.”
“That’s okay. Your manager does. Now get over to it and wait there.” The guy muttered under his breath, but Gabe heard him say, “I want to see that spectacular ass,” and then he licked his lips.
Misty was finally able to move, but Gabe couldn’t see her. He started to get up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the heavyset one asked.
“I’m an EMT. I want to keep an eye on the tellers to make sure everyone’s all right.”
“Sometimes you don’t get what you want.”
Then the boss criminal looked as if he were thinking something over. “You know what? It’s your lucky day, hero. I changed my mind. In case anyone comes to the door, I want it to look like the bank is closed. Mr. Manager, turn out the lights. I want everyone behind the counter on the floor, facing the back wall. Don’t even think about getting near an emergency button. As you saw, the gun is loaded.”
