After a few brief comments about the general type of vehicle he was looking for Leo and Williams followed the salesman around the lot for about ten minutes. There were also a few cars displayed inside on the showroom floor and as they stepped inside Frank Stiles turned back toward Leo.
“So, how’s the city planning on paying for this purchase?”
Leo shrugged and turned his palms up. “They never give me the details on stuff like that. The boss just told me to come check out cars and find one that’ll work. Then I guess he’ll be in contact.”
“Hmm, well ok, what’s the name of your boss down there?”
“I think we’d like to give that one over there a quick test ride,” was Leo’s non-responsive answer.
“You two been with the city for very long?”
“Oh, you know, seems like forever,” Leo replied and added a short laugh.
“Yeah, I bet,” Frank chuckled back, “I’m just going to give them a quick call down there, protocol you know, just to verify things.”
Leo smiled broadly before replying. “You bet, no problem. When you talk to them, let ‘em know that me and Sam here are planning to stop for lunch on the way back, will ya? I don’t want to get no grief about it if we come back later than expected.”
For whatever reason that information seemed to ally the salesman’s concerns and he instead introduced Leo and Williams to a few of the employees who were hanging out inside of the dealership. Then he reached behind a desk and pulled out a set of keys.
“Here you go then Mr. Owen. They’re for that blue Olds you pointed out. Go ahead and take her out. I think you’ll find it’s just what the city needs.”
“Thanks Frank, really good. I’m sure it’s gonna be the one. We’ll just run it ‘round the block a few times so we can say we did what we were told.” Leo winked and shook the man’s hand, then he and Williams climbed into the vehicle and eased it out into the street. They of course then took the first right turn, just out of the dealership’s line of sight, and sped off toward the edge of town.
It took about ten minutes before Frank Stiles got worried and twenty before he called the police to report the stolen vehicle. By then Leo had managed to acquire a handgun (although the specifics of where it was obtained were never determined) and the two fugitives were on their way toward Meier Grove. On the way Leo spent much of the time retelling the story of his previous robbery of the First State Bank, railing against the bank employee who had ID’d him, and also against everything that had happened at the Marlborough.
Although they did drive through Meier Grove so Williams could see the bank, Leo decided they would stay in nearby Melrose, and they paid for a small room above the Corner Drug Store and settled in for the night.
Williams went out later in the evening to grab them some food and came back also clutching a wanted poster he had torn down. As he set the bag of sandwiches on the coffee table, he smoothed out the large sheet of paper on the floor.
“Look at this, will ya?” he said, “I’m a very dangerous character!”
“Yeah, look at this, it’s a different one than they had up in the city. This thing has it up to two hundred each for our heads!”
Leo walked over and looked down. “Nice picture Francis.”
“Hey, you look like a damn accountant and you better watch yourself, you shouldn’t be taking any chances with me,” Williams snapped back sharply but with a twinkle in his eye, “I might just have to kill you.”
“You just try it buddy, and don’t take these things too seriously. Look at the article I was reading,” Leo replied and then shoved a folded page toward his partner. “They can’t get anything right. This says I was arrested weeks after the robbery but that’s not how it went at all. Not to mention that I didn’t leave any damn shoes in Chicago. Don’t expect things you read about us to be true, even wanted posters.” With that Leo walked away and sat down in the paisley-colored armchair that was next to the room’s one window. He would not get into it with his partner but he wanted to be the one mentioned as being dangerous. This was his operation, he was the mastermind and he should be the one about who warnings to the public should be issued.
After eating their small meal the two men spent about half an hour discussing the robbery they planned to commit the next day and then both of them went to bed. Leo was up first in the morning and rousted Williams a few minutes later. After a hurried breakfast of toast and coffee at the drugstore food counter Leo drove them to Meier Grove and parked under an Elm tree about three hundred feet west of the bank entrance. While they waited Williams softly hummed gospel songs with his eyes closed while Leo kept his eyes trained on the building. At seven fifty-five he nudged his partner, who stopped humming, and gestured toward a tall man who had just walked out from somewhere inside the bank and unlocked the front door. That man, who was in fact the bank teller Edward Ortman who had sworn out the affidavit against Leo, was currently standing outside and lighting a cigarette.
“That’s him right there. He’s the one who’s gonna get some pay back today.”
“Sure, sure, whatever it is for you, let’s just get this job done and then be on our way. It’s money-making time.” Williams had a reckless look in his eye that Leo had not seen before as he stepped out of the Oldsmobile.
“You keep it together now friend, “ Leo said.
“Oh, I’m fine, worry about yourself,” his partner replied.
They both waited until Ortman walked back inside the bank and then started in that direction themselves. Williams now was focused almost exclusively on the bank, leaving it to Leo to do a check of the surrounding area to make sure that no one else was approaching. All was clear as he reached out and pulled open the door.
…to be continued