Page 14 - A Bank Robbery

Sal hung up.
I dialed Manganello. 724-4881—no area code was needed in those days.
After some snapping and clicking on the line, Joe answered. I thought it strange that I’d heard a dial tone but didn’t hear his phone ring before he answered.
“Sal just called,” I said. “He’s robbing a bank.”
“Oh, shit. God, dammit. The one in Brooklyn? I’m watching on TV.” Joe paused; I waited.
“Close the store. If you need some cash, take it. Then leave and lock the door. We’ll talk when you get home.”