A Matter Of Time 05.5 - Just Jory (MM) - Plot & Excerpts
My ass was numb since I was sitting, along with everyone else, on the cold marble floor. I had my hands on my knees and those PlastiCuffs on my wrists, waiting to hear what the next wave of demands was going to be. “I’m so dead,” I grumbled, letting my head roll back and clunk against the side of the desk I was close to. When a couple of people gasped, I understood my mistake. “No one is going to die,” the gunman, bank robber; whatever he was, however he should have been classified, corrected me. “Oh, not you,” I shook my head, giving him a dismissive wave even though my hands were both inseparable from one another. “My partner’s outside.” It took a minute for the wave of surprise to recede so he could talk to me. He even pushed up the ski mask when he did it, rolled it up so I could see his face. “Oh crap,” I moaned. “Oh crap what?”
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