Adalana was now nervous. She remembered Ragens original purpose for this trip—and she realized Ragen might get suspicious if she returned empty-handed.

Carrie watched the rapists concerned expression, the genuine worry on his face. She almost felt sorry for him as she wondered what was wrong.

“I’ve got to get some money,” he told her, “or someone will be very angry.”

“I don’t have any money with me,” Carrie said, starting to cry again.

“Don’t take it so hard.” He handed her another paper towel. “I’m not going to hurt you if you do what I tell you.”

“Do whatever you want to me,” she said, “but don’t bother my family. Take all the money I’ve got, but leave them alone.” He parked the car and went through her purse again until he found her checkbook. Her balance showed four hundred and sixty dollars. “How much do you think you’ll need to live for the week?” he asked.

Carrie sniffled through her tears, “About fifty or sixty dollars.”

“All right,” he said, “leave yourself a balance of sixty dollars and write a check for the four hundred.”

Carrie was surprised and pleased, though she knew there was no way she could replace the money she needed for books and tuition.

“We’re going to rob a bank,” he said suddenly. “You’ll come with me.”

“No I won’t!” she said forcefully. “You can do what you want to me, but I won’t help you rob a bank.”

“We’ll go into a bank and cash your check,” he said, but then he seemed to think better of it. “With you crying, they’ll know something’s wrong. You’re not mentally stable enough to go inside a bank and cash a check. You’ll foul it up.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me,” Carrie said, still crying. “I think I’m holding up pretty well for someone held at gunpoint all the time.”

He just grunted.

They found an Ohio National Bank branch with a drive-in window at 770 West Broad Street. He kept the gun hidden between them but pointed at her as she pulled out her identification. When she turned the check over to endorse it, Carrie thought of writing “Help,” but almost as if he’d read her mind, he said, “Don’t try anything like putting something on the back. ”

He passed the check, along with Carrie’s identification, to the teller, who cashed it. “You can report to the police that you were robbed, then stop payment on the check,” he said as he drove away. “Tell them you were forced to cash it. That way it’ll be the bank that gets ripped off.”

When they arrived downtown at Broad and High streets, the car got caught in heavy traffic. “Take over and drive,” he said. “If you go to the police, don’t give them my description. If I see anything in the newspapers, I won’t come myself, but someone else will take care of your family or you.” .

Then he opened the door and walked quickly away, disappearing instantly into the crowd.