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The car ride to Cook County Jail felt like an eternity to Amy. Any car that she raced past by, she thought that she was being hunted down by Ray or Robert and that made her even more of a risky driver. She had passed four red lights and evaded a near crash with another incoming car towards one of the intersections. No matter how many times she meditated to calm herself down, that feeling of peace would not come no matter how much she called for it.

I can't believe I did that. I almost killed a man her mind was on repeat as it rewinded the events that she had gone through. She would have been lying if she tried to convince herself that she wanted to spare Ray's life. She was tempted to hit him again with the gun until she saw blood but that would have made her just as bad as them...and her husband for that matter. Unconsciously, she bought her hand to the side of her lip and felt the shape of a welt that had formed. She seethed in from the slight pain that it caused and hoped that it would be unnoticeable during visiting hours.

Just thirty minutes to go Amy thought to herself as she took a deep breath and gripped onto the steering wheel. Who knew what would await for her when she arrived at the facility, but all she knew is that she wanted to disappear out of this state and never come back.

Marv arrived at the table where Harry was having his lunch. Harry looked up and noticed the sunken eyes that Marv possessed and could tell that he had a 'great' time doing the laundry. "Ain't you going to eat anything?" Harry asked him.

Marv responded with a shake of his head. "Definitely not going to eat that," he said as he looked at the food that Harry had. He couldn't tell what it even was and the smell was not at all appetizing. What would he do to have a decent meal as opposed to the food that they served in this place. "Can't believe it," Marv muttered under his breath, "it's the middle of July and we're still stuck in here."

Harry was just as irritated as Marv was, if not more, but he was not going to spend his hours complaining about the situation that they had been thrown in. Those pesky kids he thought to himself as he forked some food into his mouth. If they hadn't gotten in the way, we wouldn't even be in this mess. They'd better count their lucky stars if they see us again. His hope was that he didn't see neither of them for that matter because if he did...he had different plans than he had planned before.

"You alright, Harry?" Marv asked when he noticed the robber's tight grip on the fork and the way that his thumb caused the neck of the fork to bend.

"Yeah," Harry replied and let the fork clatter on the table, "just thinkin'."

Marv raised an eyebrow upon Harry's internal thoughts but the robber did not share anything with the other. As Marv was about to ask Harry what he was thinking about, a corrections officer approached their table. Marv flinched at the sight of the police officer, thinking that he had found out about the clothes that Marv had tied as a rope not too long ago. Even though he knew that Amy was trying to help them from the outside, Marv wanted to contribute. However, when Harry found out what Marv was doing he had been chided about his 'preposterous plan' as Harry had called it, which would have been enough to get the both of them caught.

"You got a visitor Lime," the officer said as he looked at her.

Amy Harry thought as he and Marv communicated through a knowing look.

He got up from his table and followed the officer over to table that was surrounded by other inmates who spoke with their families and that's where he noticed his wife sitting. Harry sat on the table across from her and the first thing he noticed was the welt that had formed to the side of her lips. "What happened to your face?" he asked her as he reached over and gently brushed his fingers against it.

Amy flinched at his touch but didn't back away. "It was one of them," she answered him and Harry knew just who 'them' were. "He came in the apartment, wanting to go through my mail but I was able to knock him out."

"Which one?" Harry asked her.

"Ray," she answered.

Harry shut his eyes at her response and leaned against the chair. Taking a deep breath, he looked at Amy and gave her a light nod of his head. A part of him was surprised that his wife had managed to take on someone who was twice his size but at the same time, he was pleased with her. "It's all right," he said, "you did good. I just hate it that idiot gave you that," he said and motioned at the welt on her face.

"He told me about the heist," Amy said as she went over what Ray had told her before finishing with a question that Harry wished she wouldn't ask. "What did you do with the money Harry?"

Harry looked at her for a mere minute, his mind racing a mile per second as he tried to think of an explanation that he could say for her. "Depends if it's there anymore where I hid it."

Amy clung tightly onto the bag that she was holding, tight enough that she thought she had punctured holes in the bag. "Alright," she said with a nod of her head, "where exactly?"

"New York," Harry told her. "It was many years ago and I don't know if it's still there."

"Why would you hide it in a place where it may be found?" Amy asked and felt herself getting irritated with the questions that she asked. So that money that Ray had talked about had been right under their noses and they only assumed that Harry had run away with it. "Why did you run away with it? Why wouldn't you just come with it?"

"What is this twenty questions?" Harry snapped at her and he felt remorseful for doing so. He knew how much his wife had gone through during the past couple of months and the least he could do was offer some form of truth for her. "You'd think walking with thousands of dollars in cash is not suspicious? It's enough to get pinched!"

"And with that hidden money you'd resort to stealing houses," Amy responded.

"We'd need to make a living somehow," Harry said to her. Not to mention stay low from the cops. If Harry even got a job, like Amy had before she lost her job as a waitress, that would give a red flag to where he was and whom he was associated with no matter how long ago it had happened. "I don't wanna talk about this anymore. What do you have in the bag?"

Amy stared at him for a beat and then threw the bag on the table. She watched as Harry glared at her and his hands ran through what was in the bag. He felt the familiar shape of the police hat and the dark fabric that he had worn during the December month. It was going to be a risky business getting into this disguise but it was one that he had planned out for months.

"And the gun?" he asked as he looked at his wife.

Amy looked from her left and right and reached behind her. Slowly, she pulled out the weapon and handed it to Harry underneath followed by a handful of bullets. "It's his gun," Amy whispered to him. "I stole it from him when he fell."

"Jeeze Amy," Harry said, "why haven't I seen this side of you before? Taking down a man and stealing his gun? Careful now honey or you'll wind up in my cell."

Amy did not laugh or shake her head at Harry's humor. She didn't want to be in a place like this, let alone suffer any consequences that she was not a part of. It was self defense and at that moment that she went through, she was willing to do anything to survive it. "I can only hope that I don't," she replied to Harry.

Perhaps he was out of line or Amy was just too tired to understand what Harry had meant. He took the bag in his hands and pulled it off the table before anyone saw what was in it. "I'm gonna need something else from you. This is going to take more time to get it done but when Marv and me bust outta here, I need you by the street across from here."

Amy placed her elbows on the table and her head in her hands. "What makes you think I'm going to do this?" she asked him.

"We've come all this way Amy!" Harry whispered at her, "and we're gonna get outta this place. You're the only person that I can trust that can do this. We're gonna bust outta here and get the hell away from this town. You've gotta help us, honey. It's madness in here!"

It was then that a form of laughter caught Amy's attention. She turned her head to see whom it was coming from and it was from an inmate. "See what I mean?" she then looked at Harry. He was right that she was the only one that he and Marv could trust, and she had gone through many months of hell to get to where they were now. She felt as Harry's hand intertwined with hers underneath the table and he ran his thumb over her knuckles.

"F...Fine," Amy managed to say, "but I can't go back to that apartment. I won't be able to receive any letters."

Harry squeezed her hand and said, "do what you must do but keep this in mind. September 19th."

Blurred vision took over his sight when Ray managed to open his eyes. "Ugh," he groaned and staggered to his feet when he rose from the ground. He placed his hand on the back of his head and felt a lump that had formed from being hit Looking from his left and to his right, he figured out his surroundings that he was standing in Amy Lime's kitchen and the tea kettle was on the ground.

"Ray," he heard his name being called and he looked up. There was a blurred figure standing before him and once that cleared, Ray was able to make out Robert's figure as he stood there with his hands behind his back. "What happened, Ray?" he asked him.

His young comrade placed the palm of his hand on the back of his head and leaned against one of the couches. "She knocked me out," Ray muttered under his breath, "the tramp knocked me out!" he gritted his teeth and stood up on his feet. "Where is she? When I find her I will-"

"You'll what?" Robert asked as he stood there with his arm folded across his chest. "She could be half way across the state now. What did you do Ray?"

Ray stood in place and stared at Robert aghast at such a question. "What do you mean what did I do? I came to check if she had any mail and next thing I know, she threw water on my face!"

"That's why you look puffed in the face?" Robert asked him.

Ray let out an irritated groan before reaching to his belt and felt his stomach drop. "No," he muttered to himself and looked down for a confirmation, "damn it! She took my gun!"

Robert took a deep breath. "How many times have I told you not to bring that thing in here? Was it loaded?" he asked him.

"No!" Ray yelled, "I placed the bullets in my-damn it! She took the bullets too!"

Robert shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Just great. This woman had managed to knock out his partner, take his gun and ammunition, and leave him here for Robert to find. "She couldn't have gotten too far," he spoke and looked at Ray, knowing real well where she might have gone. After all, that was the only place that she had been going to for months after she found out about her husband's incarceration.

Ray perked up at Robert's speculation. "Then we need to go there!" he said as he almost pushed past Robert only to be pushed away from the door. "Come on Rob! Who knows what she's telling Harry! We have to get in there to execute the plan."

"What plan? What are you talking about?" Robert asked him.

"You know the plan," Ray told him. "The one I've been telling you about. We both go in there disguised as cops and we whack them!"

Robert rolled his eyes. So it was that plan. That flawed plan. "Come on," Robert said, "what're you stupid or what? Have you forgotten the cameras around the place? What do you think it'd look like if two rouges get in there and shoot two guys. What's the matter with you? Get your head on straight for crying out loud!"

Ray blinked as Robert scolded him for his incompetence. Never before had Robert spoken to him in such a manner and he didn't know how to respond to that. He felt his rage dissipating. "I thought it was a good plan."

"No it's not you idiot," Robert shook his head, "it's enough to get the both of us pinched before Harry is dead that's what. We need a better plan than that and," he said as he pointed at Ray, "you're forgetting a key reason as to why we are here in the first place. He still needs to tell us where he hid that money."

Ray mentally face palmed when he realized the goal that had been trying to fight for months.

"I think she hit you far too hard in that empty head of yours," Robert said, "and yet it wasn't enough to get anything in place." He walked around Ray and took in the mess that had happened in the kitchen. "Though she put up a good fight didn't she?"

Ray's eye followed Robert and wondered what they were still doing in this apartment when they could have been following this woman. "We need to go Robert," he spoke to his older comrade.

"We," Robert said as he reached behind his belt and pulled out a gun, "are not going anywhere."

"Whoa," Ray said and stepped away from the door, "what are you doing, Rob?"

Robert held onto the gun with both hands and pointed it directly at the man in front of him. "You've been a great help through the years Ray...and a good friend. But you have messed this up far too many times and I have been the only one cleaning up your messes. It ends now."

Ray slowly raised both of his hands in the air and didn't tear his sight away from Robert. "Rob, we're pals man. We're in this together."

"Yes we were," Robert calmly said, "but if you want something properly done, you just have to do it yourself."

POW!

Robert watched as Ray stumbled backward and hit the couch behind him. He watched as the other looked down at the red spot where he was shot and noticed it getting bigger before looking up at Robert who stood in front of him. Robert knelt before Ray and looked at him right in the eyes as brown met blue. "It's not because I have not appreciated what you have done," Robert said to him, "but you've only gotten in my way, my friend. Believe me, it really pained me to do this."

Robert then noticed anger forming upon Ray's eyes as he raised his hand and grabbed a hold of Robert's arm. It wasn't as strong as it had been before but a feeble attempt to disarm the other. "Give it up Ray," Robert said as he flung his hand away from his arm, "there could only be room for one of us...and that money," Robert smirked and was glad that would be the only thing that Ray saw before he drew his very last breath.