“Come in,” Mercer said. The moment Chris heard Mercer's voice, he realized he just couldn't do it. He couldn't shoot Mercer. He couldn't shoot anyone, no matter how they betrayed him. And, he couldn't leave his family to fend for themselves while he went to prison.
“Come in,” Mercer said again. Chris retreated quickly back down the hall to the center of the bank and then accelerated, moving quickly toward the front door. As he moved faster, people looked up at him. He looked straight ahead and went faster yet. The front door was only fifteen feet away now.
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Paul and Brian parked fifty feet away from the bank in a handicapped spot, putting the blue and white disabled placard that identified the car as legitimately parked on the rear view mirror. They wore long beards that covered th
