Unrequited

Mac lifted the letter and held it against the sun coming through the window. It had been written with a ball point pen that was reluctantly releasing the last of its blue ink, more scratches than marks. It was hard to make out every word, but the message was clear. She had left with the robber and she wasn’t coming back.

“I think we can stop looking for Ms. Anderson,” he said. The bank teller hadn’t been, or at least no longer was, a victim of kidnapping. He recognized the large loops of her handwriting from the notes they used to write each other in high school. He read it three times looking for any hint of duress. It had been seventeen years since they had dated, but she would have known what to say to him. She would have written, “I’m okay,” and he would have known that she wasn’t. She didn’t. She finished her letter with, “Nothing is okay and that’s exactly the way I want it.”

“Kara ran off with the Unrequited Bank Robber?” the chief asked and McHennesey shrugged. At five other banks the man had walked in and under the camera, his face in plain view. In fact, he had kept it toward the camera and turned away from the tellers, slipping on a Zorro mask just before he strode up to the window and handed them a note. None of the tellers could describe him without the mask. Every note said simply, “Come with me.” Every other bank teller had given him a bag of money instead.

In Storm’s Pass, the Unrequited Bank Robber hadn’t taken any money when he left the Wells Fargo. That was two days ago and in the last 48 hours packages had started arriving to police stations in cities of the robberies. Every dollar that had been taken was in those boxes along with an additional five percent that came with instructions, again in Kara’s handwriting, to be donated to the local police charity. This wasn’t going to get Unrequited off the FBI’s most wanted list, but they didn’t always get their man. Mac rifled through the camera stills of the robber, examining his sharply angled face and dark eyes that held an expression that was equally sad and hopeful. Mac was certain it didn’t matter if the FBI caught him or not.

 

Writing exercise prompted from the Build Your Own Bank Robber Tuesday’s Trigger
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