Outcomes and Perspective: The FBI Case Files by G.K. Parks

Author:G.K. Parks [Parks, G.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Modus Operandi
Published: 2014-01-19T23:00:00+00:00

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Another three days were spent at the bank. It was Wednesday, hump day, and even though it was the middle of the week, the proverbial hump, it was annoying the way Annette, the teller, so cheerfully announced this. Maybe she just left the employee lounge after humping Ted, the loan officer, because I couldn’t figure out why anyone would be this cheery working in a bank. Frankly, it was depressing. We handled other people’s money and financial problems, not even our own. Pull it together, Parker. You’re not a teller. You’re a federal agent. I shook off the boredom and handed the elderly woman the roll of quarters she requested.

“Are these old quarters?” she asked.

“Excuse me?”

“With the eagles on the back. The way quarters were meant to be.”

I stared at her, wanting to reach into my purse, pull out my nine millimeter, and ask her nicely to step away from the counter.

“Miss,” she shook the roll of quarters in front of my face, “are they old quarters?”

“It’s a mixture.” I gave her my best attempt at a smile, hoping I didn’t look like a deranged, homicidal clown. “It’ll be a surprise, just like the toy in a cereal box.” She accepted that answer as if it were perfectly logical and walked away. “I need a break.” I put my face in my hands and tried to shut out the world.

We hadn’t made any progress identifying the ATM bandits. Jablonsky had been trying to negotiate a deal with Slidle to get names in exchange for a reduced sentence, but the problem was we didn’t have much on him. The only thing we had was some cash and a layout of the bank. Most of our evidence was against Roxie. She assaulted Boyle and all the evidence had been lined up and waiting for us in her apartment. Slidle’s representation must have realized how weak our case against his client was because he had been stalling as much as possible. We needed to catch the other two or gather more evidence, which was why I was stuck behind the counter at the bank from hell.

“Excuse me, but I don’t think you can accurately do your job with your face buried in your hands,” Carver said.

“What are you doing here, Michael?” I brushed my hair back and gazed across the empty lobby. “Have you come to free me from this torture?”

“No.” He grinned, enjoying himself.

Annette glanced at us. “Alex, is this your boyfriend?”

“Honey,” Michael cooed, further irritating me, “you haven’t told your co-workers about me yet? Tsk, tsk.” He gave Annette his high wattage smile. “I’m Michael.”

“Why don’t you take a break?” she suggested. “It’s dead in here anyway. I can cover for you for ten minutes.”

“Great, thanks.” I grabbed my purse and went around to the opening to get away from the counter. “What are you doing here? Did we get them?” I whispered to Michael, hoping I was free to leave.

“No. We’re taking another run at Roxie and David, but it doesn’t look promising.

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