The Bank Robbery (a serial novel)
I am on the floor of the bank with a 9 mm Glock to my head. The bank is being robbed. I am thinking — why did I take this job as a bank teller? What were you thinking? I know I needed the money but like someone once said, there is work at the Post Office.
But who cares about any of that now. I might be dead soon. Local news will show up and tell the city about…