Page 12 - A Bank Robbery

As Sal and I talked, the number of clicks on the phone line kept increasing as his voice became a bit fainter with each of them.
“Can’t you just walk out the door and give yourself up, Sal? Come on, man. You know whatever you’re doing won’t work.”
I thought I heard a commotion in the background.

“I’ve got to hang up now. I think the cops at the back door. Tell Joe hi.”
He spoke matter-of-factly, as if he were reporting inventory.