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- About the Author
I will not be toyed with, his voice sent a chill down Hartleys spine, and he actually smelled fear, thinking Sean was about to kill him. I am not your slave. Now you can get back in that saddle and lead me out of these hills, or Im going to put a bullet through you.
Sean dropped a gasping Hartley in a heap at his feet and strode back into the house to collect his gear. Hartley followed, and for the first time Sean saw him lose his perfect composure.
Im sorry, Sean. Listen to me, the older man begged. I never dreamed you wouldnt know I was coming back. I left Anita. Didnt she tell you we needed another man? I didnt think youd want to come. Honestly, Sean, I was just thinking of you. Youre my partner, SeanI wouldnt do anything to hurt you.
This last sentence was the only one to arrest Seans attention. Hartley had never called him a partner before, and for some reason the word had a calming effect on him. Hartley, smooth as a snake-oil salesman, saw that hed penetrated Seans anger. In the blink of an eye he had everyone gathered around the table, talking to them and including them in his plans as though theyd been friends for years.
It took Sean the better part of the next 15 minutes to fully understand that Hartley was planning something bigger this time. The man who had come with him, Rico by name, was a bit dim, but seemed all for the plan.
Youre going to rob a bank. Anita too, had been slow on the uptake, and Hartley patted her cheek when she understood.
I thought we were going to break into someones house, Rico admitted, sounding just a bit unsure.
How about you, Sean, did you understand?
Only just. Have you done this beforerobbed a bank?
Never in Visalia, but elsewhere. Hartley spoke with casual ease. Theres nothing to it, Sean; youll see. And if there is some danger, were talking about thousands of dollars herewell worth the risk.
Who gets the money? Anita wanted to know, catching Hartleys excitement.
We all do, Hartley told her with a smile.
Sean knew that this was a now-or-never point in his life. His fathers face suddenly sprang into his head, and Sean wondered where he was. It doesnt matter, he thought after just a moment. He doesnt want to see me anyway.
In an effort to hide the pain Sean bent low over the bank plan now laid out on the table. Count me in was all he said before everyone fell quiet and allowed Hartley to explain.
six
Santa Rosa, California
Rigg was exhausted, but sleep would not come. He was sure this stemmed from the fact that his wife was not in bed with him. He rolled onto his side to better see the woman who sat in the rocking chair, her silhouette illuminated by the moonlight flooding through the window.