Page 51 of Pay Dirt

The look on Mrs. Beatrice’s face was priceless.

“You want more, dear?”

I swiped my mouth with the back of my hand to catch any droplets. Nathan appeared at the table. He picked up the gun and moved to stand by the window, peeking out. “Police and paramedics will be here in five minutes. FBI in an hour.”

“I don’t need a paramedic. I’m fine,” I said, hobbling to stand. “We have people to arrest.”

Nathan glanced over at me and raised a brow. “Paramedics and police first. Then we’ll deal with everything else.”

“Okay, but promise me that I’ll get to see John in handcuffs.”

Mrs. Beatrice’s mouth parted. “John and Monica, John? They’re friends with Pete, who lives just across the street.”

“They’re more than just friends.” I winked at the woman as I hopped on one foot over to sit on the couch and rested my foot on the cushion. I’d stayed there until the police and paramedics arrived.

“Oh my. People are going to think I’ve kicked the bucket with all the action on the street.”

“It’s okay, Mrs. Beatrice. You can brag about helping an FBI agent solve a decade-old case and catching bank thieves.”

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