Could desperation cause such a change?? Chapter 13
The tellers arrived early as they always do. The bank opens promptly at nine. The cars were fighting for space on the road. Construction made it a hazard to drive lately in town. Becky had slept at a friend's house. Becky had a few older friends and this girl was not a good influence. The older girls took off for their part time job and was left Becky in the apartment by herself. Becky found the costume in the bag.
She had plans to join the carnival and needed money. She thought about it and knew the thing to do. She took the bus and arrived after the bank had opened. The cars were driving so fast that no one paid attention to her.
They probably thought that the bank was giving away a movie camera, a telescope or a skeleton. That made Becky laugh. She waited with her weapon: A long fencing blade from school. She had kept it hidden at this person’s home.
She was ready and waiting as Gloria Hart came out to check the condition of the prizes for opening a million simolean account. Becky cornered her. Gloria was not scared at first. She had a thought the boss had hired her daughter to add flair to the contest. She walked into the bank smiling with Becky following her. That did not last long though.
When she got inside she gathered them together and warned them she was an expert. Becky swung her blade around and moved like she thought she should be. The tellers stood and watched, not sure what this young kid wanted. Gloria was sure now this was not an employee's child. Her heart was racing, something told her this would not be good.
They saw how tall she was and never thought for a moment it was a young girl; though they suspected by the voice. The others were more confused by the appearance; though it was a costume, it fit like skin. Most had not seen this in public, only at the Clown Town on certain nights.
Becky had them all corralled into the rest room. She pushed a desk and chair in the way so they could not get out. Then she heard him.
Mr. Mortimer Goth Sr came in loudly announcing himself. 'I am here and I expect all to come talk to me now. I have important information about my new position on the city council. Come over here NOW.' He was so full of himself talking, he did not notice a short skeleton pointing a blade at him. When he finished his important news, Mortimer Sr. saw her.
'What are you going to do with that? Out of my way, I've got a busy day, I've got things on my mind.'
Becky was amused by his behavior, yet she had more devious things on her mind; the cash and running away. She had no problem getting him to open the vault. He had been overtaken enough over the years by the mob; he knew it was not worth the struggle. Most convicts have partners hiding, he would open it.
More to the point, he was too important to show this delinquent his fright.
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