Page 11 - Self Talk

What the fuck was going on? Stay calm, Katie, she chanted to herself as two squad cars came out of nowhere and screeched to a halt in front of the bank. Four cops jumped out and raced into position, guns drawn. Two ran around back, one made for the front door and the other covered his partner, his back slammed against the red brick wall.
Now two minutes and still no sign of Lefty. She tapped the accelerator, nervously at first, then more urgently.
“We're almost out of fuck’n time,” she moaned as she
slid the gearshift from park to drive, one foot on the brake, the other just shy of the gas.
Finally, the pops came — one, two, three — in quick succession. A few seconds passed. She held her breath,