"What are you talking about let's forget it?" Teddy
was saying after they'd left the bank. "After all the time we
spent planning this thing down at CCI?"
"What, you so busy staring at that bank teller's tits you
didn't notice they got cameras?"
They were walking out toward the car. It was a beautiful
spring day, just the slightest crispness left in the air, so you
didn't feel sweaty all day.
"And if they got cameras," Mo went on, "you know they got
silent alarms and ultrasonics, all that shit."
Ed Lampier, the biker they'd hooked
up with to do the job with them, was waiting out in the car with
the guy he wanted them to meet, another biker, a fat guy named Bug Something-or-other.
"So? Think of it this way. It's a one shot job. Even if
they run a face book past these rubes, who they gonna show them?
I never been arrested for bank robbery, neither have you. We're
not natural suspects."
"I don't like it, Teddy. I'm really not happy with this."
"Plus, that fucking bank manager. You catch the suit that guy was wearing? I swear to Christ
it glowed in the dark. People like this, they couldn't find
their ass with two hands."
