I was thankful there was no money on the line. I’m not very skilled at darts, and my score proved it. I was aiming carefully when the light of the e...ening filled my peripheral field of view. I counted myself lucky that I wasn’t hit and blinded by direct sunlight as turned my head, because silhouetted against the city street was the form of a slender woman. She stood quietly in the doorway, surveying the interior a moment, before stepping in and allowing the door to shut behind her. My daze was. The men in the vault dumped cash in large denominations into burlap sacks until they had filled four. They tied the bags closed with heavy-duty wire twist-ties and came back to the lobby. They grabbed two men customers off the floor and shoved the bags of money in their hands. They then forced the men, at gunpoint, to carry the money out to a panel-truck parked in a loading zone and forced the two customers with the money into the back of the truck; whereupon, they drove off.No shots were fired. ‘What the fuck,’ I wondered. ‘What’s going on here?’ Slamming on the brakes and skidding to a stop along side the curb I jumped out of my truck. ‘Jenny, what are you doing?’ I will give her credit, she at least looked to be a little embarrassed. I heard her tell the guy she was with to wait in the car. She then walked over to me and said, ‘I’m sorry Michael but I’m leaving.’ When she said ‘Michael’ I knew this wasn’t good. The only time she called me Michael instead of Mike was when she was mad. “Now, now, if you’re going to make a fuss, I can just toss you into the back and let the cold quiet you down. Sitting in the cab is a privilege that you should appreciate more.” Desperate for air, she gave in and became still. “Good girl. Now, how about you keep me company while I drive?” He pulled the duct tape off her mouth, and immediately she began to cry out in terror. The man again grabbed her throat, forcing her into submission. “There will be plenty of time for screaming later, but not.