NEW YORK 1966
Chapter 21
Demo decided they would hit a branch of the New York National Bank near the Museum of Modern Art. It was three o’clock on a cold afternoon in early December. Demo carried his Glock, a real gun. The other three had plastic guns, and they looked real enough. Jesse wore a blond wig, dark glasses, and a Borsalino hat. The men were disguised too. Solomon had fitted his camera with a wide-angle lens. He had attached the camera to his arm brace.
The three men drew their guns as soon as they were inside the bank and past the guard. Demo immediately took in the four customers queuing at the teller windows.
“Are you making a movie or what?” The guard asked loudly. “I wasn’t informed of any movie.”
“It’s okay. This is for real,” Demo said, aiming his gun at the man.
Sol
