Page 119 of Protected By West
He snatched it out of her hands and counted it himself.
"Seven hundred?"
He tossed the bag onto the ground. "I'm not gonna need that."
She reached for the twenties. That stack was the highest of the denominations.
Something was telling her to be patient and keep him occupied. The phone hadn't rung back.
Fox was probably working on something else at the moment.
From where she was standing at the counter, she could see Estes sitting up better. She wasn't trying to stand up, but she looked more alert.
Tracy pulled out the top third of the bills and nervously started to face them all in the same direction, a habit she had from when she'd been trained as a teller.
"Twenty, forty, sixty-"
"Just give me the fucking money!"
His hand shot out to grab the money, but she instinctively pulled her hand back. His grasping fingers pulled at the bills sending them flying into the air.
Two loud bangs startled her even more and from the other side of the drawer she saw S.W.A.T. team members spilling out of the breakroom.
"Texas Rangers S.W.A.T.!" "Put your hands up in the air!" "You're under arrest!"
The man reached for her with one hand and grabbed at the gun he'd tucked in his waistband.
Tracy looked at the officers coming toward them and hated that she couldn't tell who was who from where she was. They were all dressed in black from head to toe and the way the lights were, they were all backlit.
She wanted to reach for the man's gun and take it away before he could hurt any of the officers, but that was crazy!
She wasn't trained for this.
For anything like this.
And she was panicking, her heart pounding in her throat, her skin went cold. She froze like a fucking popsicle.
That was until she heard something over the din.
"Tracy? Get down!"
She dropped like a rock, covering her head with her arms.
When she heard what sounded like a punch and the crack of bone, she moved her arms so she could see.
Someone had the gunman in what looked like a sleeper hold, at least that's what the announcer called it on those wrestling shows.
The gun that was in his hand was snatched away by another member of the S.W.A.T. team.
Within the span of a few heart pounding seconds she saw his arms pulled behind his back and him taken down to one knee with the gun safely in the hands of Weston's team.
"CLEAR!"
She heard Oxy's voice and smiled. He might be a little 'not right' in his head, at least that's how the team talked about him, but he always got the job done. And this time, he sounded pretty proud of himself.
Well, she was, too.
"Bringing in the medics!"
