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“Y’all ready to go in or do we need a group hug first?” She looked at me with her brows raised high as if I<br />
was the pansy keeping everyone from their work.<br />
“Age before beauty,” I said, letting her in the door first. She shot me the bird behind her back.<br />
The bank was a mess. Ceiling tiles were scattered all over the floor. They had shot into the ceilings and into<br />
the walls trying to disable any electronic surveillance. It still smelled like a bank with Eau d’ Gun mixed in.<br />
I went behind the teller counter and came upon the first victim. I pulled on a rubber glove and felt her neck<br />
for a pulse. She didn’t look older than eighteen or twenty. She was gone. Single shot to the head, it looked like,<br />
but in the end, the Coroner’s Investigator makes that call.<br />
“I’ve got one here,” I called out to no one in particular.<br />
“I’ve got the other one over here.” Amelia was crouched next to our second victim. Her thin, angular face<br />
was set with emotion, but her soft eyes, slanted slightly so that you could mistake her for Asian for just a<br />
moment, betrayed nothing.<br />
The victim looked like the bank manager according to the picture on the wall behind his desk. He was on<br />
the floor next to his desk where a picture of his wife and kids stared down at his now lifeless body. Then a voice<br />
only a mother could love pulled me up out of the hole.<br />
“John?”<br />
“Yeah, Don.” Don Esterhaus, one of the detectives in the robbery division, wandered over.<br />
“We have the two dead suspects outside, one got away.”<br />
“Yeah? How?”<br />
“One of the witnesses says that he was the last one in but when all the shooting started he took off out the<br />
back and drove off.”<br />
“Did anyone see him? See what he looked like? See the car? Any-fucking-thing?”<br />
“I’m working on it.”<br />
“Okay, Donnie.” Don Esterhaus sounded like he gargled with gravel and he only needed to say about four<br />
sentences to me before I would start getting pissy with him. Tall and lanky with graying hair that stood on end<br />
most of the time, he was both <strong>com</strong>ical to look at and scary to listen to. He’s a good cop so I try to tolerate it,<br />
but listening to him is like fingernails on a chalkboard. This was his case now.<br />
We stepped outside. “Who went down?”<br />
“Patterson,” Gonz answered.<br />
“No shit.”<br />
“Bullet got around the Kevlar, hit him in the side. He also took one in the neck.”<br />
“Where’s Mike?” Mike Shin was Gregg Patterson’s partner in patrol. Mike was part of our little group.<br />
“At County, where they took Patty.”<br />
A cop goes down, day turns to shit for everyone.<br />
Fin<br />
Chapter Four – Michael Scott Miller – Ladies and Gentlemen – The Redeemers<br />
Michael Scott Miller is a first-time novelist who works with numbers by day in the business world<br />
and with words by night. He began writing shortly after graduating from the University of<br />
Pennsylvania and has had his work published in the Wel<strong>com</strong>at (now Philadelphia Weekly) and wrote<br />
music reviews for the Wharton Journal while his wife was getting her degree there. Miller currently<br />
lives in Lafayette Hill, PA with his wife and three children.<br />
Author website: http://www.ladiesandgentlementheredeemers.<strong>com</strong>/<br />
Amazon.<strong>com</strong> book page: http://tinyurl.<strong>com</strong>/2g523qy<br />
Copyright © 2010 Michael Scott Miller