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“No, he had his mind on other things,” Callum said. But she knew Ford’s father was lying.
“I think I’ve got a lead,”Oliver said.
“Seriously or pulling it out of your ass like always?” Randy said.
“Yesterday I talked to a few people Reenie worked with. It led me to some married couple she’d been seen with. They run a women’s shelter.”
“Dickhead,” Randy said. “That’s what you get for being too rough and scaring her. I told you that you went too far when you broke her arm.”
Oliver shoved his cousin a few feet. “Don’t get on my case. You’re the one who told me to take care of her that night for snooping around.”
He’d told Reenie to stop going through his things. Then questioning him on the damn pills.
Randy shrugged as if the shove hadn’t affected him. “Tell me what you know. We need to move fast.”
18
TORE AT HIS GUT
Ford raced down the road and into downtown Lake George, his sirens blaring, his SUV swerving around cars to get closer to the water.
Backup was on the way and some might beat him there, but he’d be on scene just the same.
Daytime bank robberies weren’t the norm for this area and he didn’t know what they could be in store for.
When he came to a halt, he saw one of his deputies outside his vehicle with his gun drawn toward the doors and made his way over, staying out of the line of sight.
“Catch me up, Casey.”
Casey Coons was new to the department. Young and eager and looking a little scared. He remembered those days. They rarely saw action like this around here though.
“Someone hit the panic button. When I pulled up, I heard shots fired.”
“I know that much,” he said. Casey had been radioing it in.
“They haven’t come out. I’m not sure how many are inside. I don’t know if anyone is hurt, but one guy stuck his head out yelling and waving a gun around.”
When another sheriff’s car pulled in, they set up a perimeter, and he called the bank to see if he could get someone to answer or talk.
“Everyone can just take off,” a guy said when someone picked up the phone. “And no one will get hurt.”
“This is Sheriff Ridgeway with the Warren County Sheriff Department. No one will get hurt if you surrender now,” he said.
“I can’t,” the man said. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“What’s your name?”
“The Easter Bunny,” the guy said and hung up the phone.
“Well?” another one of his deputies asked.
“Could be a long day. We need to get all the bystanders back.”
After a three-hour standoff, Logan Black came out with his hands in the air, was brought to the ground and cuffed.
The ten people in the bank had slowly been released during that time. No one got hurt and the local news got an earful for a small town.
More like he gave more interviews than he wanted to for a Saturday afternoon.
