An Offer You Simply Can't Refuse, Part 2
The Polaroids lay strewn on the table. Though she now knew what her assailants looked like from behind the ski masks, the knowledge did little to stir any feeling of compunction in her. In fact, she thought, they had it coming; not that I don't care entirely, but it would've been better for everyone – and by everyone, that includes the bank robbers – if they only left Sister Martha alone. They didn't. They got what they deserved.
Timmy took the other espresso and gulped some down. “Yecch,” she scowled.
The lady in the pantsuit did likewise, before continuing. “It's not like I haven't already seen the footage taken at the bank, but maybe you'd like to share. Camera footage and eyewitness reports could only reveal so much, I suppose.”
The girl hesitated for a bit.
“Is this off the record?”
“I'm afraid it ain't. We won't be holding anything against you; quite the contrary. But I'll tell you what's in store for you only after you've finished your side of the story. We don't get too many bank robbery cases of that sort, you know, so I'd like to hear your side of the story.”
“I suppose you're right. Well... as I was saying, there we were, Sister Martha and I, at the bank. We took a number – 74, if I remember correctly. Afterwards, I led her to the waiting area before filling out a withdrawal slip to be signed by her when I got back. I won't tell you how much we took out, though. I suppose I don't need to. You probably know that anyway... Right?”
“Right you are.”
“The bank isn't exactly the most interesting place in the world, especially when the waiting area's jam-packed with people who came in before you did. So I grabbed me a newspaper and waited for our number to be called. Sister Martha decided to take her afternoon nap where she sat. After all, on any other day of the month, that would've been her siesta time anyway.
“I was seven minutes into the world events section when what happened, happened. Everyone was startled by the sound of gunshots, Sister Martha included. The guards lay on the ground, bleeding from their wounds. Tell me they're OK...”
“They are. None of the injuries they sustained were fatal, thankfully.”
“Thank God. Now one of them – it was the lady, I think – screamed something to the effect of 'Everyone get down, this is a bank robbery'. And that's what everyone did. Now Sister Martha, she's kinda... old. Aching joints and all. Not that it bothers her, but I don't suppose she gets down on the floor that often, the way people do during a robbery.”
“So she just sat there?”
“Yes... and what's more, she was shaking like a leaf. For crying out loud, she's an old lady! Give her a break! She was the only one left not down on the floor with their hands behind their backs. Maybe that's why they singled her out. She was shaking in her seat, clutching her purse...
“Then one of them – the leader, I think, the skinhead in the picture – walked over and said 'lady, I said get down'. He sounded intimidating.”
“What did she say?”
“Nothing. So I said to the guy, 'Give her a break, what can she do?' He turned to me and told me to shut up. What's more, he called me a... Ooh, I hate him! I've never been called anything like that in my life! And I'm from Harlem! The neighborhood boys swear like sailors, I know, but at least they know how to treat girls right! Ooh! Why, I... I...”
Agent Warner cleared her throat.
“Oh, sorry, I got carried away. But what he called me wasn't what made me snap, I swear. What really did it was when he grabbed Sister Martha by the arm and gave it a strong jerk. That's when... THAT happened.”