Bank Robbery

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Bruno Brian ran slim fingers over his carefully styled hair. Shrugging the navy blazer more comfortably on his broad shoulders, he wondered if his businessman's disguise masked the figure of a broken-down football coach who hadn't worked in years. He took another sip of beer as he saw Shorty Lopez striding into the bar. "Where you been?" Bruno growled. "You're late." Shorty eased into the booth, his toes barely touching the floor. "Cool your jets, Bruno," he snapped. "I'm always at the starting gate when it counts, ain't I?" Bruno hated to admit Shorty was right. "Ready for another heist?" "Thought you'd never ask. What's up?" "First National Bank of Prairieton, Iowa-- population twenty thousand," Bruno replied. "Rich farm community across the state line. We should split a hundred grand." "That'll set me up in Acapulco for a few months," Shorty said. Bruno ignored him. "Here's the plan. Tonight while you're holed up in a motel, I'll meet with the bank prez. If there's inside info to be had, I'll get it." "You're going to dinner with the prez? Come on!" "No joke. The big gun is my aunt, Alice Brunk." "A woman?" "Yeah. She held out for a career before it was the 'in' thing for women." "And you'd steal from family? Why?" So when do we strike?" Shorty asked. "Early in the morning, I hope. First I've got to find out when the vault opens. But listen. There's a new escape route." "I liked the old one." "Hate to repeat an MO. Cops keep track of stuff like that," Bruno explained. "Anyway, this plan's a winner. I've snitched a 'Student Driver' sign from the local high school. You'll steal a car, attach the sign to it and park at the bank like some kid waiting on his drivers'-Ed teacher. "I'll get the goods, slip into the passenger seat and ...

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...One of your tellers phoned in a robbery minutes ago, and this was the logical car to stop." "Logical?" Bruno asked. "We weren't speeding." Aunt Alice impaled him with a steely gaze. "You should have done me the kindness of looking at that last scrapbook, Bruno." "What does your dumb scrapbook have to do with all this?" Bruno asked. She chuckled mirthlessly. "I told you Prairieton had problems. One of them is that funds were misappropriated from the education budget. As a result, we can't afford a drivers'-education class or activity programs for the high school." The cop nodded. "The student-driver sign was the tip-off, and so was your phony student. Today all the kids are wearing black, in mourning for their lost extracurricular activities. Your friend in red caught my eye." "It was all in the scrapbook, Bruno," Aunt Alice said. Bruno groaned. "Yes, I'm sure it was."

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