Page 10 - Self Talk

She drove more cautiously than usual, not wanting to risk getting stopped for some stupid traffic infraction.
She pulled up and idled the car across the street from the bank. Without a word or glance in her direction, Lefty opened the passenger door and made a beeline for the bank, the canvas bag slung over his shoulder, his right hand hidden in his trench coat pocket.
Katherine gripped the steering wheel, white knuckled, eyes locked on the second hand of her watch. The job was supposed to take five minutes and almost two had passed. Ribbons of sweat ran down her forehead; she tasted the salt as they made contact with her upper lip. She wiped her mouth on the shoulder of her coat. Now three minutes.