The Eighth Day by Dianne K. Salerni

Author:Dianne K. Salerni
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2013-03-11T04:00:00+00:00

When Terrance was tired of laughing, he grabbed Jax and shook him into silence. “That’s enough, kid.”

Terrance led Jax away from the van to a shopping-cart return. He didn’t seem to care that the rain had turned to mist, hanging in the air. He didn’t look at the sports car frozen in transit on the street. Jax realized Terrance had been to Grunsday before and already knew the handcuff trick would work.

He’d frightened Jax for fun.

Terrance removed the key from his shirt pocket and unlocked his own cuff and closed it around a railing in the shopping cart return. “Wait here, kid.”

When Terrance climbed into the van and drove across the parking lot, Jax thought it was over. Terrance was going to leave him now that he’d gotten what he wanted. Then Jax saw the reverse lights come on, and the van hurtled backward, tires squealing on the wet pavement—straight into the glass windows of one of the stores.

“Holy crap!”

Jax looked up at the building front. It wasn’t a store. It was a bank. Terrance was a freaking bank robber.

Terrance drove the van out of the broken glass and off the sidewalk, then emerged from the driver’s seat whistling happily. He went around to the back of the vehicle and opened the rear door. Jax couldn’t see what he did next but assumed he was unloading the toolbox and the garbage bags.

When Terrance vanished inside the bank, Jax turned his attention to the shopping-cart return. It was rusted and, with any luck, flimsily made. He grabbed the railing with both hands, braced his feet, and whaled on it. The handcuffs clanged against the steel, and the shopping carts rattled, and Jax never heard footsteps behind him until Terrance pressed the Taser into his back.

Jax flinched. “Trying to leave me, kid?” Terrance asked pleasantly.

“Let me go,” Jax begged. “You got what you wanted. Go rob your bank and let me go. It’s not like I can call the police.”

“Our partnership’s not over yet. Take the key and unlock that other cuff. I don’t have to tell you not to run, do I?”

He didn’t.

Inside the bank, emergency lights dimly illuminated the main room, and glass crunched underfoot. “Do you know what I do for a living?” Terrance asked. “I build vault locks. Do you know what I think about while I build ’em? How to break into them.”

He nudged Jax with the Taser, steering him toward the teller windows. Jax understood what Terrance wanted and fastened the open cuff to the steel security grate.

“Nobody knows how to beat a lock better than a lock maker. The only problem is the alarms and the sensors and the pesky police.” Terrance nodded toward the ceiling. “And the cameras.”

Jax looked at the security cameras on the ceiling. He could see dim red lights, but he knew they weren’t working.

Terrance dismantled the lock on the steel door beyond the teller windows and, cackling with self-satisfaction, disappeared, presumably to crack the vault. As soon as he was

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