They rode to a small area, really, an empty lot, just a little east of the bank. Once in the lot, they donned glasses, gloves and hats. Lauren, primed her distraction contraption, which she would not let Ian see. She also stuffed something under her jacket, which Ian guessed was the spray paint. Dean adjusted his jacket, put on his satchel and indicated that he was ready.
At the appropriate time, Ian led the way west on Kingfisher Avenue. He could feel the adrenaline rising in his body. His temperature was rising, partially from the extra clothing he was wearing, but mostly from the fact that his whole body was as tense as a tightly wound watch spring. The sweat was getting into his eyes, and they were not even riding for their lives.
Two blocks from the bank, Ian froze. There was a police car stopped right in front the bank. Not knowing how to proceed, if this was a trap, or if this was just a bad coincidence. He stalled. He looked at Lauren. She had a similar expression on her face. He did not have to see Dean. He could hear him swearing out loud. A quick lifting of the mask to prevent suspicion, followed a quick scan of the area gave Ian enough to assess what had gone on. It appears the police had stopped someone for a traffic violation, unfortunately, it was right in line with their target.
Thinking on his feet, Ian turned his bike around so he faced the other two. "Pretend we are just talking here like friends. Lauren, keep an occasional eye on the police. I'll watch the time. Dean make some motions like you are talking. They have to be out of the way in the next four minutes or else we are going to be out of time."
"Do you think that the cops there are the ones the Benefactor has hired?" Lauren asked.
"I doubt it. Those cops were not uniform. They are not the type to do traffic stops." Dean sounded oddly informed in this department.
"Goodness. I wish they would give buddy his ticket and leave." Ian was getting impatient.
"Police car on the move," The relief in Lauren's voice was evident. Ian looked at his watch, they had two minutes.
"Let's move. I don't prefer to confer very often." He put his mask back on, turned his bike, and started pedalling hard toward the bank.
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Ockham's Razor: A Deductive Riddle
General FictionAn ad hoc gang perpetrated a nearly flawless bank heist. Now, the Benefactor who ordered the heist is out to silence the gang. Ian must escape the hold of the Benefactor while not compromising himself or the woman he has fallen for.
