Randy had already dusted the fries. Now he needed his cheeseburger. But he couldn’t wait much longer. His hands were sweaty, and the gun was heavy.
“Sorry about that,” said the teenager in the plastic crown.
She reached through the drive-thru window, handing him a greasy brown bag. Randy met the bag with his 9mm Luger.
“Empty the register. Put the cash in the bag. And quickly, please.”
In a lifetime of bad decisions, this one ranked near the top.
It’s one thing to rob a fast-food joint.
It’s quite another to not notice the police cruiser two cars back.
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