Alec took a deep breath once the steel door closed. He looked over at Frank. The prisoner sat down like nothing had happened. He walked back to the table and sat and was grateful that the cameras weren’t equipped with sound. Hopefully, the warden would overlook Bruce’s unprofessional conduct. They did tell him they were conducting an unofficial investigation to see if they had to make it official. “You were on him as soon as he walked in,” Alec stated. Frank remained silent. “Jealous?” “That’s part of it. I was peaches top guy before he came along. I mean, I knew she dated other guys, but she wasn’t head over heels about them. But there’s been a change in her emotions. She still loves me, that I know, but not like she did before.” “Partly? I take it that the other part of you thinks Bruce deserves what he gets?” “Yes. Look, I know you two have been partners and best friends since college. I
Aaron waved goodbye to Bruce and Alec as they drove away. Then he pulled out his keys and opened the door of the factory. He was grateful for being naturally paranoid. If he wasn’t, they would have been able to walk right into the factory. They were peeking in the door when he had spotted them. If he wasn’t doing a perimeter check, they would have been here and gone without him knowing it. However, he was confident he threw them off of Margo’s trail. They didn’t seem suspicious of him at all, and they definitely didn’t know what was really going on in the factory. Bruce had to be crazy about Margo if he was trying to track her down. Most men would chalk it up and try to find another woman in a situation like this.Aaron contemplated telling Margo about what had happened, but what if it made her lose her nerve? What if it made this harder for her? She was heart sick over the big guy. After locking the doors again and making sure they were secure, he went downstairs. He had to tell her
New Year’s Eve . . . Once night had fallen, it was crunch time. Bobbi was loading up their personal things that they all had put in the front foyer of the factory. Anthony was out doing some last-minute errands for his family. Aaron had gone out to his boat to make sure they had everything they needed to start new lives. Margo was entering bank information in one of the three computers she had set up in the cafeteria. Once the funds from the Federal Reserve Bank were downloaded to the dummy account with the multiple IPs she had programmed, the funds would evenly disperse between eight different accounts. They all had two new identities just in case one got compromised or if the banks got suspicious of one of them getting millions of dollars in electronic funds. Once the heat cooled down, Margo was going to transfer money to two numbered accounts she had at a Switzerland bank. One account was hers, which had loads of money in it since sh
Bruce was sitting in his office at the FBI building gazing out at the night sky. He had been invited to Alec and Lana’s for New Year’s. They were having a little get together with close friends. Bruce had declined because he wasn’t in the mood. Seven girls had left messages on his voicemail to call them back for a rockin’ New Year’s Eve. He had scoffed and deleted all the messages. He only wanted one woman tonight, and she was nowhere to be found. Did he believe that she lied to Luke? Yes, but he knew she had a good reason. The Margo St. John he knew wasn’t a malicious liar. Yet she was secretive and a little sneaky. All he wanted now was to hold her in his arms. To kiss her and tease her body until she spilled every drop of her past, present, and future to him. Vic walked into his office. “Hey, Bruce.” Bruce swiveled the chair around. “Hey. What are you doing here? I thought you were going to Alec’s party tonight.” “I am.”
It took fifteen minutes for the transfers to be approved. Everyone hollered with joy, but they couldn’t bask in their victory. Now BAAM had to make sure they got away clean. Anthony ran down to the basement to the boiler room. Aaron went up in the loft to plug in every electronic piece of equipment he could find in the outlets up there and turned them on. Bobbi ran down the hall to the other side of the building. A large container of gasoline was waiting for her. She was going to pour a line all the way back to the front of the building. Margo doused the computers in the cafeteria in gasoline and then she made a trail all the way to the door and then down the hall to the front. It was a good thing they were all wearing masks, or else they would be half dead from the smell. Aaron was trotting down the stairs. “Damn,” he said as his brows wrinkled up. Bobbi was making her way up the hall. “I’m propping the door open,” Margo sai
BAAM met at the Tampa Bay Marina. They took their things out of their SUVs and loaded it on Aaron’s yacht. Then they drove the SUVs ten miles from the marina and ditched them on the side of the road next to a thicket of trees and bushes. They walked half a mile to a gas station and called for an Uber to take them back to the marina. Aaron and Anthony undid the ropes that were tied to the brown poles of the dock and the boat. “All aboard,” Aaron said as they got on the yacht. They all piled into the sitting area where the captain’s controls were. Aaron raised the anchor, cut on the lights, and started the engine. “Bon voyage, Tampa,” Margo chimed. They chuckled. Aaron blew the horn. Anthony collected the Bluetooths and burner phones that they used during the heist. When they got five miles away from the coast, Anthony tossed them in the water. They had purchased new burners for their new lives earlier.They quietly lounged in the sitting area, d
Two days later . . . The doctor had made Bruce stay in the hospital overnight for observation. When Bruce had tried to leave in the middle of the night, Blanchette was right there to stop him. They had let Vic go home. Bruce had gotten a rental car while his SUV was in the shop. Luckily, his car insurance covered rentals due to accidents. He was going to take a few days off, but he got an all alert text on his phone from headquarters in Washington. When that kind of text was sent, something big had gone down. A text like that was sent to every FBI agent in the country. Bruce walked off the elevator. Of course, Blanchette was the first person he saw. “Styles, you’re supposed to be on medical leave,” he said harshly. “I know, sir, and I was going to follow orders, but I saw the text. It’s obviously important. There’s nothing wrong with my head or body that a few aspirin can’t keep at bay.” Bruce had a couple of scra
Two days later . . . Bruce was at home on the couch. With the exception of the occasional headache, he was a lot better. After getting briefed about the robbery, Blanchette had ordered him to go back home. Bruce had no choice but to comply, or Blanchette would have made it official by suspending him. However, Alec had kept him in the loop. IT experts at the Dallas field office had figured out that the virus had originated at the Dallas Reserve. They believe the system had to be compromised on site. If a hacker had tried to breach the system outside of the reserve without weakening the system first, they would have been automatically traced in seconds. The information wasn’t released to the public, and the bureau wanted to keep it that way until the thief or thieves were caught. The last thing he needed was to look at the walls and think. Every time his mind wandered, he thought about Margo. How could she leave him? And what was she really doing wit
It was Saturday. William Blanchette and Neil Rolls were at Margo’s condo instead of spending time with their families. They really wanted her to work for the bureau. During the week, she had filled out several job applications. She wasn’t sure if anything would come of it or not. Margo had to admit that the job at the FBI sounded intriguing and challenging, but she really didn’t want to be put in a position to interact with Bruce on a regular basis. Plus, she wasn’t sure how she would be received by any co-workers she would have to interact with. After all, she was a former bank robber, and Bruce’s co-workers could see her as a manipulative skank. She expressed that to the gentlemen as they enjoyed sweet tea and pepperoni and cheese snacks. “Perhaps we can make it where you can work from home,” Neil Rolls said. “We can set up a secure server here and communicate through email.” “It could work,” Blanchette mused and sipped his tea.
One week later . . . Bruce was lounging on Alec’s sofa at his house. Bruce was sipping on a beer, and Alec was nursing a rum and Coke. Lana was upstairs lying down. She was further along in her pregnancy, so she got tired easily. They had learned last month that she was having a boy. Ever since then, Alec had been bragging about how he was going to teach the kid how to play football and basketball. Alec had already bought him a football, and the kid hadn’t even been born yet. “Bruce, I know you said you are fine, but you’re not,” Alec said flatly. “It’s like working and hanging out with a completely different person.” “Ah, shit. I don’t want to talk about this,” Bruce groaned and sipped his beer. “I know you felt like the lowest specimen on the food chain after you . . . saw Margo at the safe house that last time. You know she’s mad at you . . . probably thinks you’re the biggest asshole in the world. The only wa
Three months later . . . Two weeks after Margo’s plea deal, the feds tracked Earl Churchill in the Bahamas. From what Bruce heard, US Marshalls barged into his little bungalow as he was screwing a twenty-three-year old. He was arrested for accessory to a federal crime. His trial was scheduled for early fall.Bobbi Bennett had been caught a month ago. She used one of her aliases to request a cashier’s check for seven million dollars for a yacht. She had abandoned Aaron’s because she knew the authorities were looking for it. Her plan had been to live on the new yacht in the Caribbean for at least a year, then she was going overseas. She had told the US attorney that the last time she saw Anthony was in South America in exchange for the Justice Department lowering her sentence to fifteen years with a chance of parole in ten.Anthony Mandel was discovered in Belize when the authorities there busted a brothel a month after Bobbi had given them the lead. Trent Michaels was able
During Alec and Bruce’s stay, Bruce sat in the car. He couldn’t even stay in the same house as Margo. Even Alec barely talked to her. There was no reason to linger downstairs, so Margo went back to her bedroom. In hindsight, she should have gotten out of the crew at the very least. Perhaps Bruce was right. She had gotten greedy – and full of herself. Bruce wasn’t perfect, but it had appeared he had changed – for her, to be with her. Margo should have taken a chance and told him everything about her past and BAAM. In the end, it wasn’t worth keeping the secret because BAAM had broken up in the worse way possible, she was broke, and worst of all, she had hurt Bruce, a man she loved more than anything.Margo fell back on the bed as tears started streaming down her face. “Oh, God,” she whimpered. She would take it all back if she could. If she had made different choices, she and Bruce would be together and happy right now. Turning her face, she sobbed into the pillow, crying herself to sl
A feeling washed over Margo when she was done. It was relief. Not just because she had avoided prosecution, but it felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders. Margo hadn’t realized how keeping her criminal life under wraps had weighed her down until now.She had laid out her secrets for the federal government to examine and mull over. But she was no fool. She had left out the Largo Jewelry store heist BAAM had pulled during the early days. Of course, she told Deidre about it, but she had advised Margo to leave it out and not to tell her any details about it. Robbing a jewelry store was not a federal offense. The store was in California, and the owner could still press charges against her for the theft.With the exception of that one thing, Margo had revealed all, including Bobbi’s two alternate aliases. Margo had learned them when she transferred Aaron’s cut of the money out of his account and Aaron’s aliases that they were under. As soon as Bobbi
Two days later, Margo had been allowed to shower and change into the clothes Deidre had brought for her. She had also brought Margo some makeup. They were meeting with Trent Michaels at the FBI offices to work out a deal. US Marshalls handcuffed her wrists for transport. When they had arrived, Deidre’s paralegal, Owen Jessup, was already there waiting on them. Deidre had wanted a witness that was on their side present during the meeting. They walked the hall to a room that had a large table and seven chairs. There was a large glass window in the room. Margo knew that people were on the other side of it, watching her. Deidre, Margo, and Owen waited for five minutes in silence before Trent Michaels walked in with FBI agents she was familiar with — Vic, Tommy, Troy, friends of Bruce and Alec’s. Vic was carrying a large recording device. “Good afternoon,” Trent greeted as he placed his black briefcase on the table. He sat down in a chair acr
US attorney for Middle District of Florida Trent Michaels and US attorney for Northern District of Texas Lawrence Osborne had gone back and forth about who had rights to the case. Margo’s attorney, Deidre Underwood, had gotten into the fray and argued that Margo should be taken back to Tampa. In the end, Deidre had petitioned the court to let a federal judge decide. Since the Federal Reserve was a federal institution with locations all over the country, the judge stated that the crime was committed against the bank as a whole. Plus, the judge had noted that Margo had been in Tampa when she hacked the Federal Reserve, so it was Tampa’s case to deal with.On day four, US Marshalls had escorted Margo back to Florida. A bail hearing had been held the same day. Bail was denied because the judge saw her as a flight risk. That was just as well for Margo because she had nowhere to go if she had been let out on bail. Plus, the FBI had confiscated her bag of money, so she couldn’t pay it withou
The last thing she remembered was coughing and Bruce’s wet face before everything went black. Now she was staring at white walls and lying in a hospital bed with one of her wrists handcuffed to the rails. She looked over to see a nurse who was looking at a machine that beeped every now and again. Then the nurse looked at her. “Oh good, you’re awake. You were out for a while. How do you feel?” she asked with a Mexican accent. She had dark hair that was in a ponytail, and she wore blue scrubs. “Like crap,” Margo answered bluntly and hoarsely. The side of the nurse’s mouth kicked up. “I’m not surprised. You still have a little water in your lungs. You won’t be able to leave until we get that cleared up. I’ll let them know that you’re awake.” “When you say them, I take it you mean the authorities?” “Si,” she said solemnly. “But I overheard a few of them talking. Maybe it will make you feel better to know that you did
The doorman at the Sunset Marina Resort & Yacht Club remembered Margo. He had told the agents that she took a cab yesterday and he hadn’t seen her since. He had also told them the cab company she used to leave. After questioning and showing eight cab drivers her picture, they had finally found the one that had driven her to Playa del Carmen. The break got better when he told them the name of the motel he had dropped her off at. They were only half a day behind her. Chances were that she was still there. The Mexican National Guard had let the US Marshalls and the FBI borrow a couple of their vehicles to drive to Playa del Carmen. Four Dallas field agents and two US Marshalls had stayed behind to talk to passing tourists and show them pictures of the other suspects. FBI agents and US Marshalls spread out at the small, humble-looking motel like ants. They showed her picture to people in the area. The desk clerk was so scared when he saw the