The House on Ambrose Street

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Chapter 13- Second Memory

I wanted to leave. But Jael insisted that I dick up and do what we planned. I nodded my head, shaking it at the same time. I was okay with the whole possible idea of getting caught. That didn’t bother me. What bothered me was the fact that there were almost a hundred people in that bank, and Jael wasn’t even thinking of them.

“If you do this right, they won’t be in the way,” he said, leaning against his Ford Taurus.

I still thought his car was too girlie for his personality, but let it slide. We’d had that conversation way too many times already, and I was sure he would get mad if I brought up again. I so wanted to bring it up again.

He saw me staring at his reflection in the window behind him.

“It attracts less attention than my Mustang. Let it go, Wyatt,” he snapped. His eyes narrowed a bit. He was trying to keep himself from sneering in defense of his rental car.

I held my hands up. “All right, sorry,” I said. Then, “Are you coming in with me?”

He shook his head. “No,” he replied. “I have to be here to drive the getaway car.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his sniggering tone.

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