CHAPTER THREE
"Where's the money?" roared the first robber again, his gun still pointed at Elena's face. He had the hammer cocked. He meant business.
"I can't open the safe….just take the cash….don't hurt us," Elena said, her voice quavering.
"I can take whatever I want," slurred the gunman, "you remember that!"
"She's pregnant and afraid!" Iris said softly. "You can see the money, take it and go."
"Shut your hole," cried the robber.
Iris bit her lip and gave no reply. But Sara began to slowly move her right arm down toward her gun; Iris did the same with her left arm toward her own weapon. Their faces remained neutral so as not to betray their intent.
"Get your hands back up and keep 'em up!" shouted the second man, noticing their movements.
The first man moved toward Elena, gun still pointing at her face, shouting "Put the money in those plastic bags." Elena complied, struggling to keep her composure.
"Got any last words," he snarled, as Elena broke into tears.
Sara and Iris remained as statues, yet both women found themselves looking outside for help to arrive.
"Grissom," whispered Sara.
There were red lights flashing in the distance.
