"I don't have to understand that language to know that means large ma'am, this way." Trixie smiled as she took the boys hands and made them walk with her as the teller lead them to the vault, picking up the velvet rope that blocked it off and letting them go inside. As she stood behind a table, well hidden from the front of the room, she glanced around before she noticed an older man walking into the vault with them and smiling to her. He held his hand out and smiled to the boys as they watched him carefully.
"Your guards for this ma'am?" She chuckled as she shook the guys hand and shook her head as well.
'They are my boys. Im Trixie."
"Im Mr. Wood. The owner of this bank. I am actually very sad to say that one of our best accounts is about to be taken from us. I was just wanting to meet the young lady who owned the account and to see if I could perhaps beg her to reconsider." He smiled but it seemed a bit to friendly as she looked him over. Conner was about to say something before Trixie held her hand up to him and put it on his chest.
"Its fine honey, he is just wondering." Trixie glared to Conner, telling him silently to shut up before he nodded once and glanced to his brother, not liking the feel that he was getting off of this guy.
"Hes worried, no need to be young man. Its just this account has been open for a short period of time and has so much money. Im just curious." Trixie smiled as she tried to think of something quick before turning back to the man.
"Mr. Wood, my mother, father and I were travelers for a long time. After father came down with cancer, he moved back without me or mother. He opened this account as a surprise for me but whatever money I sent him from overseas he apparently put into the account. Its just all saved up money and its time for me to move on from here and travel again." Mr. Wood smiled as he nodded, then glanced to the guys with her before eyeing them and turning back to the teller who had helped her earlier. He held a duffel bag now, it looked heavy as he put it down on the table and smiled at her.
"Here it is ma'am, all of it." Trixie nodded, wondering how much she would actually have had if her mother hadn't put all that in there for her.
"So, your father had been putting money in here before, but your mother…shes seemed to be the biggest depositor ive seen. Would it be prying if I asked what she did?" Trixie glanced to the man, smiling before she ran with the lie on the tip of her tongue.
"Yes sir, you see when we were in Spain mother because quite a good artist. She made a few pictures here and there, copies being made after she left and we ventured to France. So whenever one of her paingings of copies of paintings sell she gets a commission from it. I never knew she was putting it all in my account but for that I thank her. I should be seeing her soon, the last time we talked she told me she was heading to Spain again, to try her hand at the painting thing once more, see if she could make something new, but that was seven months ago. I take it that she didn't sell anymore to that shes taking care of herself now." Mr. Wood nodded before his phone rang and he picked it up, smiling and holding a finger up to Trixie as Conner and Murphy opened the duffel bag and gazed to the money.
"Trixie!" She glanced over, seeing all the money in the bag and smiled. She really was thankful for her mother now. Mr. Wood turned from them a bit more now, hushing his voice before he spoke again, getting all of their attentions now.
"Это девочка, она выглядит так же, как матери. (Russian – It is a girl, she looks just like the mother.) Нет мужчины с ней не выглядят по-итальянски. Ирландский если их акцент правильно. (Russian – No the men with her don't look Italian. Irish if their accent is correct) Нет мужчины с ней не выглядят по-итальянски. Ирландский если их акцент правильно. (Russian – How do you expect me to keep them here for fifteen mintues!) Нет, у нее есть деньги сейчас. (Russian – No she has the money now.) Ну, если бы вы подобрали раньше я мог бы и не пошел на предоставление ей, у нас не было достаточно веская причина не! (Russian - Well if you would have picked up earlier I could have held off on giving it to her, we didn't have a good enough reason not to!) Да, сэр, я понимаю. Я буду видеть, если я могу тормозить их. Пожалуйста. (Russian – Yes sir, I understand. I will see if I can stall them. You're welcome.)" He turned around to them, noticing they were smiling to each other as he grinned to them. Conner glanced to Trixie before he zipped the bag back up, tossing it on his shoulder and grabbing her hand.
"We need to go lass, we got other places to be."
"Yes we do, thank you. Uh Mr. Wood, thank you for taking care of everything for us, it was a pleasure doing business with you and hopefully when I get back from my travels we can do it again." Trixie shook his hand, smiling as Conner and Murphy put their hands on her waist, truing to leave before Mr. Wood frowned and started to walk behind them, trying to stop them.
"Please before you go, would you mind telling me about some of the paintings your mother did?" Trixie grinned before glancing over her shoulder.
"We are in a rush Mr. Wood, didn't think we would be here this long. If you want to se her work look up her name, shes popular on the internet."
"Just her name Miss?"
"Yes. She loved using her real name instead of a fake one."
"So what paintings were really popular by Patricia?" Trixie paused now, making the guys glance to her as she turned slowly to Mr. Wood and stared.
"Mr. Wood, I never recall telling you my mothers first name at all." Mr. Wood faltered as he glanced up to her and nervously laughed.
"Well, when she dropped off the money it must have come up."
"Lying gets you no where Mr. Wood. My mother dropped the money off yet you asked if I was the one depositing the cash. You are not a good distracter either. Good day." Trixie gripped the boys arms and she rushed with them through the lobby, getting outside and glancing around before she pointed to the right and they started to head down that street when four big Russians came up from the left and into the building.
"They are going to follow us."
"Lets go down here, I know a short cut." Trixie lead the boys through a back ally, towards the other side of the street when she turned right, like she was heading back to the bank but at the corner she ran to her left, where the Russians came from.
"Are ya daft! They came this way lass!"
"I know! They seen us going right, they will follow that way and we can get down the street some. This is crazy! I cant belive…I mean….she left me…."
"She didn't leave ya anything lass, think about it, she took it from them. She stole from the Russians!"
"oh my god! That's why they were going to kill her!" Trixie shook her head as she turned a sharp right into an alleyway, about four blocks from the bank, and the boys followed.
"Calm down now, its alright Trixie." She was shaking her head and shivering before Murphy gripped her and hugged her to him. She laid her head on his chest, trying to remember everything that she had heard about her mother from the Italian people.
"No, no Murph she…she had been doing it for a while…she never….she never let onto it though. They never knew, that's why they were watching the big amount in the bank, they were wondering. Me walking in there, that told them. You heard him! The girl looks just like her! They know me, that's why…oh my god." Conner frowned as he sat the bag on the ground and gripped her shoulders, massaging them and trying to calm her down a bit as her silent tears started to fall.
"Listen, they wont find ya with us alright? We wont let 'em. We need to move though. Get back to Doc's. They wont come round there."
"Yes they will. They were there earlier. Talking to Doc. Im not saying why you ask him! Im just saying, they know that place and if they see me around there im dead!" Conner glanced to Murphy as he shrugged before sighing and pulling her back from him, looking her in her eyes.
"Trixie, do ya trust us?" She looked up to him, shaking but nodding as well.
"Yes."
"Then, ya know we wont let them touch ya. Ye will be fine at Docs…for now." Murphy nodded to Conner who picked the bag back up and lead them out of the ally, on the other side of the street, as he looked around for any signs of the Russians. When he knew it was clear they sat at a bus stop and waited. Conner thought it would be better to get off the street and when the bus picked them up he noticed the next stop was about two blocks from Docs. He sat with Trixie between him and Murphy, the bag safely under all of their feet, and when the bus rolled on Trixie laid her head on Murphy's shoulder.
"It'll be fine lass, ye will see." Trixie smiled to Conner as she gripped his hand and rode silently between them for the long ride.