You Can Bank On It

Bank robbers always seem one step ahead of the cops

"Oh come on!" Hector Alvarez exclaimed in disgust.

Bernard jumped, looking up from his paperwork. "What the hell?! What are you yellin' about?"

"They did it again!"

Bernard frowned at his friend, who had been joined by Officer T. Lyons Sharp. "Who did what, man?"

"The Arc Lite Crew. They hit First Southern over in Denton County. In and out in like two minutes. Locals never even had a chance."

Bernard nodded thoughtfully. "I thought we was all supposed to be on high alert, this whole part of the state."

Sharp looked at him sourly. "If they hit One Central across the street right now, you think you two would have a chance to even get out of this building before they were ten miles down the road? Black and whites do what they can—"

"Alright, I get it, Sharpie," Bernard surrendered, knowing the nickname bothered the other man. "So how much they get this time, Alvarez?"

"Light haul, looks like. $88,000 give or take."

Bernard frowned. "Yeah, that is pretty light for a Friday..."

"Maybe the banks listened better than the patrols," Alvarez offered, gently goading Sharp.

"Yeah, could be," Bernard replied, hunkering down in deep thought.

Sharp stalked away, and Alvarez returned to his newspaper, offering random commentaries to no one in general as he scanned the articles.

Bernard picked up his phone and pulled up the calculator. After a few equations, he opened his texts and sent: "Good job boys; sorry for the low score. Play again next Thursday; I'll keep the fans out of the stands." He smiled knowingly at the back of Alvarez's head. Don't worry, partner. We'll catch the bastards sometime."

Alvarez looked over, winked, then returned to reading his newspaper none the wiser as to how, indeed, "they" did it again and again.


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Word Count: 300
Submitted for "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" 
Prompt: Use the phrase "They did it again"