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me? We are definitely on the same page.”
    Tom gave her a tight smile in response. A light on the dashboard flashed accompanied with a light ‘ding’ drawing his awareness. Joan tensed up.
    “What is it?”
    “We’re almost out of gas.”
    Joan smiled. “Is that all? After the day we’ve had, I think that sounds pretty darn normal.”
    “Again. That same page thing you mentioned a few moments ago.”
    Tom eased off the gas a bit so they coasted more than drove to the gas station. He stopped at a pump and powered off the engine. “Keep an eye out for our friend. I’m sure he’s figured out where we’re headed.”

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    Joan nodded and watched the street while Tom got out and pumped the gas. What in the world had they stumbled onto? He was positive this couldn’t be a normal reaction to what amounted to nothing more than a customer complaint. He pulled out his billfold and noted he was getting low on funds. He had under five hundred dollars on him and one credit card not linked to his royal name. He had a couple thousand back at his place, but he couldn’t imagine the currency had survived the intrusion. Assuming they got this straightened out tonight, it should be enough to see him home.
    After he paid the clerk, he leaned against the side of the car to ponder the situation while the fuel flowed into the tank. He found it hard to focus because the pump TV kept intruding on his thoughts. When the news bulletin came on, he stood riveted for a different reason. He knocked on the window to get Joan’s attention.
    Once she looked at him, he beckoned for her to get out of the car.
    “This can’t be good.” He commented and gestured to their faces in the graphics behind the newscaster with the headline,
    ‘Attempted Bank Robbery’ stamped below.

Chapter Four
    “What in the world?” Joan asked when she walked around the car to stand at Tom’s side.
    In awe they listened to the reporter announce that the couple seen in the picture was wanted on charges of attempted bank robbery. Tom felt his blood boil when the teller he’d dealt with that morning dabbed at her eyes with a tissue and told all about how scared she’d been when that man had accosted her and demanded she hand over his money.
    “‘His money’ was just how he put it, too. Like he had a claim on the hard earned cash our customers deposit.” With that statement she broke down in sobs. The anchor smiled back at the camera, ignoring the woman’s dramatics.
    “This can’t be good.” Tom finished pumping the gas and returned the nozzle to its holder. Joan walked back around the car then met his gaze over the roof.
    “The sooner we get to the police and straighten all this out, the better.”
    “Agreed.” They exchanged nods then climbed back in the car. They made the short journey to the station in silence.
    When Tom tuned down the small street that led to the garage entrance, he looked at Joan. She had her hands clasped tightly around the camera in her lap. He didn’t blame her. The video footage she shot was the sole proof of their innocence.
    When Tom was about to turn into the garage adjacent to the public safety building, Joan sat forward all of a sudden and stared hard out the windshield. Puzzled, he slowed the car and followed her gaze.
    An officer stood at the entrance of the building with a woman. Everything about his stance screamed that the cop was beyond furious. Still, it was the woman who drew his gaze.
    “Is that…?” Tom frowned and leaned forward, too.

    “Yep.” While they watched, the officer pulled the teller from the bank into a tight embrace and held on like he’d never let her go.
    Joan slumped back in her seat and rubbed a hand over her face.
    Tom knew just what she was feeling. There was no way they could waltz in there now. Especially if they had to pass the now kissing couple to do it.
    “I think it’s time we rethink our plan,” Tom said.
    “What other plan could we have? We know we didn’t try to rob