A blog about Nazi Germany, 1930s, gangsters, and Cold War spies.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Bonnie and Clyde, Herbert T., and the Devil's Pocketwatch
points with his free hand to a stack of paper bags on the counter.
“Boog, take one of them bags and put all the bills in it. Leave the
coins.” He steps back and I go over to the cash drawer. Nothing there
but a couple ones and fives. The man and woman stare at me, their eyes
wide and mouths gaping. Despite all my jangling nerves and throb of
adrenalin, I still manage to feel like a complete heel
frightening them and taking their money. I look at them for a second
and almost immediately the woman’s eyes go down to a newspaper on the
counter. I steal a glance down at it. The headline screaming across The
Abilene News-Republican proclaims: “SEARCH ON FOR DEVIL’S POCKETWATCH.”
Suddenly I feel like the air has been sucked out of my lungs. The two
look at me as if any second I might breathe fire and destroy them both.
“I don’t have it,” I tell them in a low voice.