At 11:15pm, Emmett parked his van around the corner from the bank. He turned off the motor and stood up in the driver’s seat 1/8th of the way in order to fetch his phone from his jeans pocket.
It was well past midnight when Deborah pounded on his window. She wore a yellow sundress, had her hair in a messy bun, and was sucking on the core of a pear. “You Emmett?” she asked, quite loudly.
Emmett looked in both directions before confirming his name. “Not so loud,” he advised in a whisper.
Deborah grunted her indifference to this request.
“You’re late,” he said.
“It’s basically midnight,” she said before throwing the core into the street. “Bank’s around the corner. How come you parked all the way over here?”
“Hey!” Emmett chided while getting out of his van. He picked up the pear corpse.
“Oh no! Somebody can use DNA evidence to prove I ate a pear.”
Emmett reached into his van and placed the litter in a bag attached to its headrest. “Let’s just go. Tina said that the lock on front door is really tricky, but that the safe is cheap. If you can do that first part without being seen, the rest should be quick.” He scanned Deborah up and down. “Where’s your stuff?”
“What stuff?”
“Tina said you’d pick the lock on the front door.”
“Tina said I’d open the front door.”
“What’s the difference?”
An explosion shook the street.
Deborah smiled. “Should be open now.”