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She nodded and gestured to her office. "I need to get my keys." Before he could argue, she explained. "There's just one drawer left out. This is our slow day, and we go down to one drawer in the late afternoon."
"Figures," he grumbled.
"You can have anything in the drawer," she gestured again toward her office. "I just need my keys."
He looked like he was going to start walking with her and then he turned his head to look at Estes. "You. On the floor. Get up."
Estes managed to get her hands on the ground at her sides, but the instant she lifted her head up she started to retch.
"What the fuck?"
He started toward Estes and Tracy got between them, earning her a crack to the temple with the barrel of the gun.
While she saw stars and had to hold back her own dry heave, she blinked, trying to clear her vision. "She hit her head on the ground. She might vomit if you make her get up."
She tried to put extra emphasis on the word 'vomit' to get the feeling across.
The man's face twisted a little as if he was imagining it.
"She's not going anywhere right now. She's in no condition to climb over the car and there's no way out that doesn't involve her running for a door."
He looked at her face and Tracy tried to give him her best 'believe me or don’t’ expression that seemed to work with people, even the most frustrating people that came in the door.
"I'm warning you and warning you once," he lifted his chin in her direction, and she saw pain pull lightly at his features. He was definitely hurting somehow. "You pull some shit, or she makes a run for it. I'm putting a bullet in you."
She nodded and almost managed not to taste the bile on the back of her tongue. "That's the last thing I want."
He smiled at her, the rat bastard.
"Good. Let's go get those fucking keys."
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He looked at Fox. "I don't know if I want to kick her ass, but I'm leaning heavily in that direction."
Fox shrugged. "I know you don't want her alone with him, but right now she's got him busy thinking of cash.
"The computer system we're patched into says that the countermeasures in the drawer are in working order and there's less than two thousand dollars in the drawer."
Weston nodded. "So what, enough for a tank of gas and some snacks at Texaco?"
Fox nodded. "Or some of those pulled pork sandwiches at Buc-ees."
The humor was tense, but it wasn't enough to keep them both from punching something.
Getting back to the heart of the matter, they heard from Dally.
"Myles and Jack can get the window panel down with Oxy's help in the breakroom."
Weston and Fox leaned in to look at one of the screens where they had a schematic up.
Everyone could access it from their work phones and iPads. They watched as Dally set up the plan he'd come up with.
"They can get the staffers out of that room and get in to use that door to enter the main lobby."
They watched as the plan developed on the screen.
"I can go with Duval and come in through the back door. I got the code to get in from Jack."
