The Mafia Boss and The Criminologist

Prologue (edited)

It was a cold, rainy day. Bundled up against the brisk New York air, I navigate the slick sidewalks, huddled under my umbrella. The hustle and bustle of the congested streets make me smile softly. A small sigh escapes my lips as I see the bank come into view. I can already feel the warmth, just seeing the grand building. My pace quickens and I am soon walking up the steps. A gentleman holds open the door for me, " Thank you, sir." I say politely. He simply nods in my direction and disappears into the torrential downpour. I sigh softly as I make my way to the row of tellers.

I hum softly to myself and rock on my heels. I calmly wait my turn to cash my paycheck. I hear a scream and turn around to see two men with masks and guns walk in. Fear begins to blossom in the pit of my stomach. My eyes widen as they shout out a command. 

"On your knees now!" I hit my knees abruptly after hearing the harsh demand. Attempting to remember what they do in the movies, I try to keep my eyes downcast. The men start to walk by mumbling in hushed tones. I can only make out parts of the exchange.

"...is that her?" *shuffling of feet and murmurs* "...can't tell should we call her name?"

As I process what I've heard, fear and pity grow for the poor girl they are talking about. I hear them continue their slow walk to the counter. I mentally scream at them, please hurry! I have things to do and places to be. Suddenly I feel a tapping sensation on my shoulder. I turn to face the young lady who seems to be my age. She looks at me, with terror-filled eyes and my brows furrow in confusion. She shakily lifts a finger to gesture towards the masked men behind me. 

"Hey, lady with long reddish hair and the rainbow umbrella. Don't make me say it a third time, On your feet!" A shiver of fear runs through me as I stand up slowly. How did I not hear the first time he said it. 

Legs quivering with uncertainty, I turn around to face the men. I hear them gasp and their mouth drop. I tilt my head ever so slightly and furrow my eyebrows out of confusion. They swiftly holster their guns and run out of the bank. I hear the shorter one say my name followed by "it's her! What if HE finds out!?"

I stare after them still shaken and confused. Why did they recognize me? What are they so afraid of? Who was the mysterious 'he'? My mind racing I wonder if I will ever know. 

Started 7/14/19

Ended 7/14/19

Edited 7/16/19

Posted 8/18/19