13
HANK
The truth was like a lightning strike. Sudden, severe and searing.
She stood before me and I grabbed both sides of her shirt, yanked. The buttons went flying across the room, fabric rented. I didn’t give a f**k; she was never wearing that shirt again.
“You robbed a f*****g bank to keep me and Charlie, as well as the others at Bridgewater safe. Planned to hang.”
I glanced at Charlie, who, by the look on his face, had come to the same conclusions I had. He stood behind her, reached around and undid her pants. He dropped to his knees, got her out of them and her boots in seconds.
I grunted at the sight of the binding about her breasts. I found the little knot and loosened it, then tugged, forcing her to spin around in circles for it to unwrap. Charlie stood and moved out of the
