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FOUR
Daniel watched the confrontation and felt his adrenaline surge as his protective instincts kicked in. Even if it cost him his life, he would not stand by and watch Bethany get hurt. He didn’t know if the bodybuilder robber would actually shoot her or not, but he couldn’t wait and find out. Daniel didn’t like the way the man was holding his rifle. He stood and moved toward them. “Hey now.”
In one fleeting second, all of the bigger man’s anger focused on Daniel. He took several steps toward him and raised the butt of his weapon as if preparing to hit Daniel across the face. “You stay back, do you hear me?”
Daniel put his hands up and retreated a few steps. He had accomplished his objective—he had distracted him and gotten him to move away from Bethany. “Yeah, I hear you.”
The bodybuilder loomed threateningly over him, and Daniel could see the red in his eyes and smell garlic on his breath even through the mask. “Sit back down! Now! Or I’ll make sure you never stand up again!”
Daniel obeyed, his hands still up in front of him. He didn’t know what to expect and wouldn’t have been surprised if the robber had bashed him with the rifle just for good measure. The man was so angry his hands were shaking. It had to be the stress. This heist was taking longer than any of them had probably expected, and the threat of capture had to be looming in all of their minds. Daniel wondered if they were criminals by trade or if this was a one-time deal.
The phone broke the silence once again with a steady ring.
Bethany held back and didn’t move. She simply looked at the big man, apparently waiting for permission before answering the phone or doing anything else. Daniel didn’t blame her. The robber was an incredibly large man with heavily developed muscles and a threatening presence. He would be a dangerous foe in any situation, and in his current stance of agitation, it wasn’t worth challenging him without a very good reason.
The phone stopped ringing, then started again after about thirty seconds or so. No one else said a word. The air felt heavy. Even the other hostages were smart enough to stay quiet and subdued.
Finally, the bodybuilder relented. He motioned with his weapon toward the phone, then started pacing in front of the hostages, glaring at them as he did so. “Fine, answer the stupid phone and do whatever you want to do with J.P., but I’m not taking the blame. When the boss finds out, it’ll be you who answers to him. Not me.”
Bethany nodded and swung her rifle behind her, then walked over and quickly picked up the receiver. “Yeah?”
She was silent as she listened, then turned and looked into the other robber’s eyes as she spoke. “Look, we’ve got a man down. He’s been shot, and he needs a doctor. I want you to send in someone to get him. One man and a stretcher. That’s it.”
She listened again and then stood straighter as her eyes narrowed. “No, I’m not letting a hostage take him outside. You’re going to send in one EMT with a stretcher on wheels and he’s going to come in and get the guy, and then he’s going to turn around and leave. If he’s armed, I’ll kill him. If he does anything foolish, I’ll kill him. Got it?”
She listened some more and then slammed down the phone and turned to the bodybuilder. “Okay, they’re sending in a guy with a stretcher. Can you let him in the front door?”
The big robber blew out a breath, then nodded. “Yeah, I guess. The boss is going to blow a gasket over this. Cover me while I work.”
J.P. groaned loudly. “Don’t hand me over to them.” He tried to sit up again but failed miserably. “I’ll get you back, Hailey. I promise you that.”
Daniel was surprised that the wounded man said Bethany’s undercover name out loud. Hailey must be what Bethany was calling herself these days. He could tell it was a major breach of etiquette for the robbers to mention names because even the bodybuilder balked at his words.
“Shut up, man. Just close your mouth and keep it closed.”
Daniel watched as the bodybuilder slung his rifle behind him and went to the front door and undid some wires, apparently disarming the bomb temporarily so the doors could be opened. Then he released the cables that were holding the door shut and opened one of them. A man dressed as an emergency tech pushed in a yellow stretcher on wheels, noticed the man lying on the floor and rushed to his side, but Bethany frisked him before she let him get close to the wounded man, and she searched the bags he brought in, presumably for any weapons or other suspicious devices. Meanwhile, the bodybuilder robber stayed near the front door and pulled his gun back around to the front and held it ready, his eyes following the EMT’s every movement.
When the EMT approached him, J.P. started thrashing his arms around, trying to keep the EMT away from him. Bethany pointed her weapon at Daniel and motioned toward the fallen man. “Hey, hero. Help him get that man on the stretcher. Now.”
Daniel nodded and moved quickly to help the EMT, glad that Bethany had allowed him to help. He glanced at the rest of the hostages as he did so, but although a few were watching the scene unfold, most were turned away and trying to stay as uninvolved as possible. It was probably wise of them not to challenge the robbers like he had, but doing nothing went against his basic ideals, and he knew Bethany was a cop, which gave him the advantage. He was also driven to help resolve this problem and was grateful to play even a small part in the resolution. He grabbed and secured the injured man’s hands and helped lift him to the stretcher, being careful of the man’s wound as he did so. Then he continued holding the man steady as the EMT strapped him to the gurney. Once the injured man couldn’t pull away or fight any longer, the EMT checked his wound and re-bandaged it, then started an IV.
“Is he going to live?” Bethany asked.
“Looks like it,” the EMT answered. “You called us just in time. He’s lost a lot of blood and is in shock, but the hospital is close. I think he’ll make it.”
Bethany nodded, but kept her gun trained on the tech even as he spoke to her. She even kept it on him as he turned and pushed the gurney back out through the front door. Once he was gone, the bodybuilder lost no time in rewiring the door and securing the door handles with the cables.
“Why don’t you let the women go?” Daniel asked quietly. “You’ll still have plenty of hostages...”
Bethany swung around and pointed her weapon right at Daniel’s chest. “Shut up.” She motioned toward the line of hostages. “Sit back down and keep quiet.”
He put up his hands again but didn’t obey. “Look, you just did something decent. Don’t stop now. Let the women go. You’ll still have all of the men...”
The bodybuilder advanced quicker than Daniel had expected and loomed above him, his weapon once again pulled back like a club. “She told you to sit down and shut up. I’ve had enough of you and your mouth. Do you hear me? Do as she says, buddy, or I’ll make you comply. Got it?”
Daniel backed down and sat on the floor again, but he kept his eyes on Bethany. She had done the right thing by getting the injured man to safety, but how far was she going to take this robbery? She could put an end to it right now if she wanted to, and with his help, they could arrest the bodybuilder and catch the robbers in the vault unprepared and unaware. What was holding her back? Was she actually going to see this robbery through to the end? A chill went through him as he considered the possibilities. What was their endgame? What was the bigger picture that the bodybuilder had alluded to earlier? He didn’t want to blow her cover, but he didn’t want anyone else to get hurt either. As long as the robbers were in the bank, more violence could erupt at any moment.
* * *
Bethany’s teeth chattered and she realized they had turned off the heat in the building and the temperature was slowly dropping. She’d given up her hoodie to make bandages for J.P., and the T-shirt she was wearing did little to stave off the cold. They were going straight down the law enforcement playbook. Step one was make them uncomfortable by cutting off the heat. Step two was keep the communication lines open while SWAT got into place in case a tactical operation was required. She was sure they already had snipers in place, looking for a clear shot if the negotiator couldn’t talk them out of the building.
She glanced around the bank’s interior and noticed all of the Christmas decorations for the first time. Wreaths were placed under each teller station, and candles with pine cones and ribbon decorated some of the counters. She had been so wrapped up in this robbery that she hadn’t given much thought to the season. Christmas had always been her favorite holiday—that is, until she and Daniel had broken up last year just a few days before the special day had arrived. She stole a look in his direction. He was still as attractive as ever, with dark hair in a short military cut and piercing blue eyes. His features were clearly defined, and he had a strong jaw and firm chin. He took good care of himself, and his athletic build showed it. She wondered if he still ran five miles every morning the way he had back when they were together. He had been on a serious health kick back then and played basketball with his squad on a regular basis. If she had to guess, she’d bet he had probably thrown himself into his exercise routines with gusto after their breakup. That had always been his way of dealing with stress or problems in his life as long as she’d known him.
She turned, trying to push the memories away. Their relationship was over and had been for over a year. She didn’t need to be wallowing in the past; she needed to be looking forward. She wished he wasn’t here now, forcing these memories to come flooding back in the middle of this operation. Once this undercover assignment was over, she would have her pick of assignments. Maybe it would be better if she moved out of state and started over someplace where there was no possibility of ever running into him again. Yes, that was a good plan. She’d heard Florida was nice this time of year. Or maybe South Carolina near the beach...
The phone rang again, bringing her out of her reverie. Terrell nodded at her, tacitly giving her permission to answer it. She slung her rifle to her back and walked over to the phone, then picked up the receiver.
“Hello,” she answered.
“Your man is doing well,” Sergeant Michaels stated.
“Good to know,” Bethany answered.
“Can your boss come to the phone now?”
Bethany looked toward the back of the bank, but there had been no news from the vault. She assumed the rest of the robbers were still working on opening it. “Nope.”
“Well, I need to get the rest of those hostages out of there before someone else gets hurt. What can I do to help move this along?”
“Sit tight and wait,” she replied caustically. “We’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”
Sergeant Michaels seemed undaunted. “You have eighteen hostages. What would it take to get you to release ten of them?” Bethany’s gut tightened. She wanted the people out of danger, but she worried about moving forward with the negotiations without Jackson’s approval. He was already going to be upset that J.P. was gone. He might get even angrier if she went in the back to talk to him and interrupted his work while he was trying to open the vault. Jackson was usually a benevolent leader, but he was sometimes hard to read, and she never knew what was going to set him off. When he did get angry, his actions were often unexpected and violent. This robbery had already gone down a road they hadn’t expected. She suddenly found herself in an uncomfortable position but didn’t know quite how to get out of it.
Lost in thought, Bethany didn’t answer, so Sergeant Michaels pushed forward. “Look, Bonnie. You probably realize we have an entry team ready to roll. We also have snipers in place, but we don’t want to use force. We want this to end peacefully. Tell me what I need to do to make that happen.”
Bethany was stuck. She knew that if she didn’t give Sergeant Michaels something, it was going to push law enforcement into acting sooner than they wanted them to, and Jackson apparently needed more time to work on the vault. Michaels was also right about one thing. If the robbers and the police did have a confrontation, more violence was going to erupt. “Alright. We got in here before we ate lunch, and now you’ve got us freezing because you turned off the heat. Turn the heat back on and send in some pizzas, and I’ll give you five hostages. That’s the deal, and it’s not negotiable.” She hung up, trying to stay in character. Terrell was watching her every move, and the last thing she wanted was to make him suspicious. Too late, she realized Terrell’s eyes had narrowed and his back had stiffened. He was angry once again.
“You’re giving away hostages? Who put you in charge?” He stood and walked toward her, his stance threatening. Had she blown her cover, or was he just angry about her involving the hostages? A sliver of fear went down her spine as she replayed the words she’d spoken in her mind. Little details mattered in undercover work. One slip and it could mean her life. She knew that a single misstep or, even in some circles, mispronunciation could set off alarm bells, and she couldn’t afford to have even little finger cymbals going off. She needed to be constantly without any suspicion whatsoever.
“First you give them J.P., and now you’re giving them five more? Why? What’s wrong with you?”
“Hey,” she answered defensively, staying in character. “You’re the one who told me to answer the phone. I’m just following your instructions and keeping the cops busy while we get into that vault, and I don’t want to go back to the vault and interrupt them in the middle of their work either. If you want to talk to the guy on the phone instead of me, be my guest. They’re threatening to bust in here with an assault team, not to mention taking potshots at us with snipers. Feel free to start negotiating with them instead of me any time you want. I’m just trying to buy the boss enough time to get the job done.”
Terrell stopped a few steps away from her, his weapon held tightly in his hands. “No one put you in charge,” he said, his tone deceptively soft and threatening. “You shouldn’t be giving those cops anything. Jackson said our job was just to keep the hostages quiet. That’s it. Now, because of you, J.P. has been arrested and you’ve got someone coming in here delivering pizza. Did you order extra cheese?” Now his voice was dripping with sarcasm.
“The boss didn’t know the police were going to threaten to burst in, or that J.P. was going to get shot. Now he’s alive because of me. Don’t forget that,” she said, straightening and meeting his eye.
“Yeah, well, I would have just let him die. For all we know, he’s out there singing like a bird, giving them a complete list of our members including birth dates and shoe sizes. You’ve put this job in jeopardy.” He took a step closer. “You put the organization in jeopardy.”
FIVE
Bethany’s heart started beating faster as Terrell’s anger consumed him. The pressure had to be getting to him, and the way he was griping the rifle was starting to make her nervous. It wasn’t unheard of for robbers to turn on each other during the middle of a job, and for the second time in only a matter of minutes, she felt like she was in real danger. Terrell had always seemed levelheaded to her in the past, but stress and fear could change that like the flip of a switch. She was walking a thin line on this assignment by participating in a crime of this magnitude. The stakes were already high, and they were getting higher by the minute.
“Hey, which five are you going to release?” Daniel asked, drawing Terrell’s attention as he stood up and took a few steps toward Terrell. “You should let the women go—”
“You should shut up,” Terrell said roughly as he once again turned his anger on Daniel. “I’m getting really tired of telling you to keep your mouth shut.”
Bethany glanced at Daniel’s eyes and understood that he was giving her the perfect opportunity to look tough and convince Terrell that her persona was real. She was instantly both grateful to him and angry with him. She could take care of herself. She didn’t want him to put himself in danger for her sake. Before Terrell could act, she stepped in between them and pushed Daniel back. “Hey, hero, haven’t we told you about a hundred times to sit down and shut up?” She pulled her rifle back and hit him in the gut, then as he bent over, she hit him over the back. Her blows looked good but actually had very little force behind them, so she did little to no damage. Thankfully, Daniel seemed to instantly understand what she was doing and did a good job of acting and responding to her actions. He ended up on the floor, clutching his stomach and rolling as if the force of her blows had severely injured him. When he landed, he hit his nose awkwardly, which caused it to start bleeding. The sight of the blood made the entire scene seem more real, and Terrell bought it all, hook, line and sinker. He reached for Bethany as if to stop her, but she pulled her foot back and gave Daniel several vicious kicks in the abdomen before Terrell actually succeeded in grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back from the victim on the ground.
“Are you trying to kill him? Good grief, girl. We agreed we weren’t going to kill anyone. Didn’t you just give me a speech about how important it was to save someone’s life? Leave that guy alone!”
Bethany didn’t want to point out to Terrell that two short minutes ago he had been threatening both her and Daniel with violence. Daniel moaned loudly, and Bethany put her foot on his pelvis and pushed him over on his chest to lessen the noise.
“You said I was putting the operation in jeopardy,” she spat. “But I’m just as committed to the cause as you are, and if I need to kill this guy to prove it to you, then that’s what I’m going to do.” She tried to pull away from Terrell, but he held her fast and turned her to face him so their eyes met.
“Back off. I was out of line. Look, why don’t you take this guy back to the bathroom and clean him up. We don’t want to leave anyone in that condition when we clear out of here.”
“You clean him up,” she said severely as she slung her rifle on to her back. “What do I care what he looks like?”
Terrell released her and straightened. Apparently, he wasn’t willing to go that far, or he didn’t like her saucy mouth. Either way, he wanted his command obeyed. “I told you to do it, and I meant it. I’ll stay out here and keep an eye on things. You don’t know how to operate the charges on the front door. I do. If something happens, I need to be here.”
“What about them?” She swung her rifle toward the hostages and a few of them whimpered at her implied threat.
“I’ll shoot any of them who move a muscle.”
“Fine.” She shrugged as if the time with Daniel didn’t matter, but she was secretly pleased. She had been trying to figure out a way to talk to him in private anyway, to explain to him what was going on, and this situation had worked out perfectly. She nudged Daniel with her shoe and he moaned in response. “Let’s go, hero.”
He cringed as if he was afraid of her touch, and Bethany silently thanked him for putting on such a realistic performance. She nudged him again. “I said, let’s go, hero.” She handed Terrell her rifle and then reached down to help Daniel up. He looked at her suspiciously when she offered her arm but eventually reached out and grabbed her right wrist, and she pulled him to his feet. As soon as he was vertical, she put his arm around her shoulders and wedged herself under his arm so she could support him as he walked. They made slow progress without saying a word until they had entered the family bathroom and flipped on the light. Bethany pulled the door closed and let him ease against the sink. Then she pulled her mask up and left it sitting above her head. It felt good to finally get out of the sweaty thing. She leaned against the door frame and watched as Daniel turned on the water and started rinsing the blood from his face.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you, Daniel.”
He continued washing his face but eventually grabbed the paper towel she offered and dried his face. “When?”
She raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean when?”
“You’re sorry you hurt me just now, or when you disappeared without a trace a year ago?” He tossed the paper towel away, straightened and gave her a small smile.
Bethany narrowed her eyes. Good grief! He wanted to have this conversation now? “Hey now. The way I remember it, we both decided it was over last year. It was a mutual decision.”
“No,” he said softly, “we had an argument. We both said things we regretted, and you didn’t give us an opportunity to fix it. Instead, you disappeared.” He paused. “I’ve missed you, you know.”
Bethany tapped the lid down on her emotions. There was an element of truth to what he said, but she didn’t want to examine it. She didn’t even want to have this discussion—not now, and not ever. The scars had already healed over. She didn’t want to reopen the wounds. “Maybe I didn’t want to fix it,” she said back, her tone derisive. “We were over, Daniel. You just didn’t want to accept it.”
He looked up quickly. “That’s not how I remember it.”
His eyes met hers and contained a pain that she hadn’t expected. She looked away first, unable to bear the look in his eyes. “I am sorry, Daniel, both for today and for a year ago. I didn’t want to hurt you. I never meant to do that.”
He gently grasped her arm, then touched her chin and turned her head to look at him again. His touch sent a shiver down her spine. “I looked for you for months. I watched your apartment. I searched high and low. Why do you say we were over? We were just beginning.”
He leaned forward as if to kiss her, but she pulled her head away. She did not want to continue this conversation. He was forcing her to feel things she didn’t want to feel. It was safer all around if they left the past in the past. “We can’t talk about this now. Terrell is waiting for us.”
A wave of frustration swept through Daniel, and he realized he wasn’t going to get the answers he was seeking. At least not today. Bethany’s heart may have closed over, but he had never stopped loving her. How could he help her see that? He had seen fear in her eyes that long ago day, and the fear was back today. What was she afraid of? Had they gotten too serious, too soon? Is that why she had run away? He remembered the day she had driven off and disappeared from his life, the angry words still on both of their tongues. He should have gone after her, but he’d always thought they’d have another opportunity to talk and sort things out, and he thought waiting for them both to cool down was the wiser course. Apparently, he had been very, very wrong. But even so, it wasn’t in him to give up. He might not be able to convince her to return to him, but before he let her go, he at least wanted to understand what had happened and why. He leaned back against the sink. “Then when can we talk? You’re obviously undercover. When does this assignment end? Will you disappear again once they’ve brought you home?”
He saw the answer in her eyes. She would leave as soon as it was over, and she wasn’t going to contact him. Exasperation and the fear of losing her once again caused a tightening in his chest. “Bethany, please. At least give me an opportunity to talk to you before you take another assignment.”
“I don’t know when this will end...”
“But it will, at some point. Please promise me we’ll talk.”
She said nothing in response, and it was obvious she wasn’t going to say another word on the subject. His face was throbbing and he touched his nose gingerly. “I think I broke my nose.”
A look of worry crossed her face, and she tore off another paper towel, wet it and handed it to him. “I’m sorry. Here. You’re still bleeding.”
He took the paper towel from her and put his head back, hoping to staunch the flow. “Can I have my gun back?”
“Sorry, no, at least not yet. Someone might have seen me take it, and I don’t want to blow my cover. You have my word though that I’ll get it back to you as soon as I can.”
“So your handler approved a bank robbery?”
“Yeah, there’s a bigger picture here that we’ve been investigating for about a year.”
He brought his head back down. “Care to share?”
She gave him a small laugh. “You know the rules. I can’t do that.”
“How can you stand to be a part of this? I’ve never done undercover work—I’ll admit it. And I respect those of you that do. I just don’t think I could get past the crimes going on all around me. I mean, a man got shot out there. That’s got to be tough.”
She leaned back against the door frame, giving him an expression that showed she was pleased with his interest. Her work had always been very important to her. Sometimes he thought she liked being an FBI agent more than any other aspect of her life. “I look for the gray and stay away from the black and white. There’s usually something good about a person, even if they are a criminal, so I focus on that aspect of their personality. Criminals can tell if I’m scared, and they know if I’m being judgmental about their lifestyle. I have to show them that I see them as a person, not just as someone doing bad things. Take Terrell.” She nodded toward the door.
“You mean that big bodybuilder guy?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. He loves dogs. Can you believe it? He saw a stray the other day that almost got hit by a car, and he made us stop, right there in the middle of the road, so he could grab the dog off the street. Then we had to change all of our plans, turn around and head in the opposite direction, just so he could drop the dog off at his sister’s so she could find a good home for it. How crazy is that?”
Daniel smiled. He was glad she was talking to him, even if she wasn’t willing to discuss their relationship. Something was better than nothing. “I can’t imagine that big guy caring that much.”
“Neither could I, but since I love dogs myself, it makes it much easier to be around him now that I’ve seen that side of his personality. We’ve found some common ground.” She sighed. “This is a really important assignment. I’ve been thrown into the deep end of one of the region’s most dangerous criminal organizations, and I really want a win so I can put an end to their activities. By the time I’m through with this, I hope to bring down some of the most powerful people in the state. This investigation reaches all the way up to the senator’s office.”
Daniel could hear the passion in her voice, yet the fact that they were committing a crime here today still didn’t sit right with him. “I understand, but is it ethically okay to rob a bank to reach that objective? I know you’re in deep, but isn’t this going too far?”
“This isn’t just an adrenaline-filled journey I’m on, Daniel. I’ll be able to trace the money we steal today and get the final pieces to the puzzle. They’ve been building a war chest for a reason, and we need to know why. They’re planning something big, something that’s going to do a lot more damage than a bank robbery and will hurt a lot more people in the long run. I know it’s dangerous, but my handler and I both thought it was worth the risk.”
Daniel could see that he would never win this argument. And he had to admit, undercover cops were some of the bravest people he had ever worked with. Bethany wasn’t short on guts or determination. She was a dedicated, hardworking FBI agent who got the job done. “Well I just don’t want to see you go native and get caught up in this lifestyle. I would hate to visit you behind bars.”
She smiled, a smile that always made his gut tighten. She was so beautiful, and her beauty was so much more than skin-deep. “No worries. I’m still a cop when I go to bed at night. I’m not switching sides.” She motioned toward the door. “We’d better get back out there before Terrell comes in here looking for us.” She pulled the mask back down to cover her face.
“Do you guys have an exit strategy?”
“You bet. And no one will get hurt. I promise.”
He let her wedge herself under his arm again, and he took a wounded stance so they could return to the bank lobby. He was fine with acting the injured party as long as it helped keep her safe. He just hoped she could keep her promise.
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