Smooth Criminal
The bank job had gone all wrong. There wasn’t even one moment after it started where things were going right. Tommy had tripped while moving into his position and his gun fired.
All hell broke loose after that.
With some quick thinking and surprisingly intelligent gut instincts from the crew, we still managed to get the money … But the cops were on to us from the start.
Our driver was good, but not that good.
As the police were closing in on us I had a flash of brilliance.
“Guys – when the cops finally get to us here’s what you do.
“Tommy, Stick out your tongue and make moose antlers with your fingers.
“Shoes, Ask a cop if you can pull his finger.
“Donnie, Yell out ‘stranger danger – mommy said to never talk to strangers!!’ when a cop starts yelling at you.
“And I will -”
One of the fellows cut me off. Not everyone on the crew is as smooth an operator as I am. They wanted to know why we should act like a bunch of kids.
“Guys,” I said this almost laughing, our jail time would be nothing, couldn’t they see?, “I’ve heard about cases where someone gets less time because they’re juvenile.”
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