"Keep the change," Teddy was saying to the teller.
The fuck is he doing? Mo was thinking. The point
here was you wanted to blend in. First he goes and wears his nine hundred dollar suit in this goddamn hick
town, sticking out around all these rubes like a sore thumb.
Then he goes and acts like an asshole. Brilliant.
Mo pretended to be interested in a brochure about farm
loans. There was stuff about the Farm Home Administration or
something and things about capital improvements and so on. Mo
wouldn't have thought farming would be so technical, all the
issues involved. Then again, that was modern life for you.
Nothing simple, not even robbing a fucking bank.
Take for instance the fact that after all this work, the
place turned out to have video cameras.
Probably had a nice modern Mosler safe with a time lock, silent
alarm, the whole nine yards. A million ways to get caught in
this place.
Next thing he looked up from his brochure, the teller with
the big jugs is staring at his ass and Teddy's still jabbering at
her about the change.
What was with this guy? It was like he was trying his
dead level best to be conspicuous. Another thing about Teddy --
something you naturally wouldn't find out when you're in the
joint -- the guy drank like a fish.
The more Mo thought about it, the more this was looking
like a bad idea.
