CHAPTER SIX
About an hour later, Brains and I stood outside the parking garage where the Iron Ringers had tried to make their getaway, watching as Showdown police officers hauled the captured Iron Ringers into their squad cars. I also noticed a single hundred dollar bill fly down from the second floor and land on the ground below, which a greedy-looking police officer picked up, only for his fellow officer to slap it out of his hand and give him a disapproving look. I suppose he was trying to make sure that his fellow officers didn’t take any of the money, which was all supposed to go back to the Showdown City National Bank.
“Well, I’m glad this is over with,” said Brains, his hands on his hips as we watched the officers work. “Bank robberies are my least favorite crime to stop, even if
