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"I know you have those tracer things in your drawers. You try to put one of those in the bag and I'll put a bullet-"
"I'll show you everything going in the bag so there's no surprises."
Her voice was almost level.
Weston had a feeling she would find a way to get a tracker in the bag.
"Sounds like you've been through this before."
He followed behind her as she stepped through the break in the counter and headed for the drawer.
"There's got to be a couple of thousand in this drawer-"
"That's it?"
She shrugged and Weston gave her credit for staying as calm as she was.
He just didn't like her turning her back to the man, but there wasn't a lot she could do without crab-walking to the drawer.
She stood in front of the drawer for a second and put her key in the lock.
As soon as she turned her wrist, she stepped back from the drawer toward the back of the room.
Jack's voice came through the com. "That's our mom."
Yeah, Weston smiled at the pride in Jack's voice, but he added a couple of words.That's my baby.
Tracy
Tracy didn't really believe in ESP but there were moments when things happened out of the blue that seemed almost too good to be true.
If she'd lived in Vegas, they'd call it luck.
Living in San Antonio... it was what it was.
After she opened the drawer, she stepped to the side.
There wasn't a reason for it.
When they used the drawers, they always stood in front of them, square to the counter, but there was a different kind of energy in the room.
Maybe it was just the timing, a delayed reaction to the car that had come close to bowling her over?
Whatever it was she stepped to the side as she reached in for the cash.
She was well aware of what was sitting under the stack of ten-dollar bills, and she had to avoid it until she could figure out a way to slip the tracker into the bag.
The man snatched the reusable shopping bag out of her hands, and she bit the inside of her cheek so as not to mutter, 'You're welcome, asshat.'
It was one of her favorite shopping bags from the Center City Trader Joe's that she'd visited, but it was also the only bag she had in her office, and he'd needed one.
She supposed she couldn't exactly fault him for not planning ahead to rob someone of cash.
She started with the ones, pulling out half the stack. "Do you want me to go through them one by one, so you see there's nothing hidden in them and-"
"Ones? Like I care about those! Where are the hundreds?"
She drew in a breath through her nose and lifted up the inner drawer, revealing the small stack of hundreds under it. "We have a system that minimizes the amount of large bills in our drawers." She took out the hundreds and willed her hands to stay steady. "Hundred, two, three, four..."
