Showing posts with label bank robbery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bank robbery. Show all posts

Friday, August 30, 2013



Title: Catching a ride
By Author: Arthur Vidro

Appearing in issue #36, September 9, 2013

Tag line:  The men in the car soon discovered that the hitchhiker was one smart cookie!

Police characters:  None.

The gist: A man is starting a job tomorrow in another city.  He falls asleep in the terminal and misses his flight,  which was a short one as these cities are kind of close, but his bags had already been loaded and are gone.  He has very little money so can’t rent a car but wants to get to his destination to start work tomorrow.  He decides to hitchhike.  Two shady guys pick him up.  He can’t sit in the back seat because there’s ‘stuff’ back there and what looks to be a rifle butt.  The guys make him sit in the middle of them in the front seat.  He gets in the car because he wants the ride, but he’s nervous and doesn’t speak to them.  The guys are scruffy, unshaven and wearing dirty clothes.  They seem edgy and nervous.  A few miles down the road the state police pull them over, guns drawn.  These guys are bank robbers. The money is in the back seat.  Our man tells the cops he’s a hitchhiker and not with them.  The two bad guys tell the cops our man is lying and he is, in fact, the master mind.  One guy leers and says, “He’s the guy who planned this.” Our guy tells the cops to ask the two men one question.  They ask it.  The cops let our guy go.  So … your mystery this week is to figure out what the one question is.

Crime scene:  On the road, in a car. 

Clues:  He doesn’t speak to the two men.  

Suspects:  None. 

Red herrings:  None. 

Solution:  The question is “What’s your master mind’s name?”  They hadn’t asked our man his name and he never gave it. 

My two cents:    Okay, this one is pretty lame. 

Here’s where it’s a benefit to know what you’re talking about before you write your story.  Many, many, many times I have heard in court that the bad guys don’t know each other.  They seldom know each other’s  last names.  They sometimes know a first name, but almost always just call each other by some street name.  The state police (which was capped in the story but should not have been) know that and that wouldn’t convince them our man wasn’t part of the robbery because the two doofusses didn’t know his name.  

How about a copy of his airline ticket to prove who he was and where he had been before they picked him up?  His bags went on ahead.  He had his airline ticket on him with his baggage claim tags stapled on it. 

I had to laugh at the characterization of the bad guys.  Dirty.  Unshaven.   Scruffy.  Truly not your typical bank robber.  More like a drug buyer. 

I question the use of the word ‘leer’.  To leer is to look lasciviously.  Huh?  Maybe the author meant ‘jeer’?  I'm not a big fan of writers having folks jeer, snort, scream, gush, simper, or sneer out their words.  It's lazy writing.  All telling and no showing.

Why the two guys want to involve this hitchhiker makes no sense.  It’s not like they’re saying they didn’t do it, they did.  They admit robbing the bank but tell the cops our man is the ring leader.  They got pulled over very quickly after picking our man up.  They didn’t have time to have a fight with him or get annoyed with him in any way that would warrant them wanting to get him in trouble.  It just doesn’t work. 

And lastly, no bank robber with the guns in the car and a bag of money in the back seat is going to pick up a hitchhiker during  his getaway.   

Friday, July 12, 2013

Issue #29, July 22, 2013



Title: Picture this
By Author: John M. Floyd

Tag line:  Sheriff Jones and Angela Potts witnessed a serious crime.  It took them just a little less than a minute to realize it!

Police characters:  Sheriff Jones and amateur sleuth Ms. Potts, the sheriff’s old school teacher.

The gist: Ms. Potts sits next to Sheriff Jones on a down town park bench on a hot summer day.  She’s got a new camera and is snapping photos.  She shows one to him of some bingo winners from Friday’s game two days ago.  Then she snaps one of a man strolling along behind the buildings.  He climbs into a small parked car and leaves.  The man had been wearing a long baggy overcoat.  Sheriff Jones said he had noticed him coming out of the back door of the bank.   Ms. Potts told him to call his deputy and stop that car as the man had just robbed the bank. 

Crime scene:  Downtown bank. 

Clues:   The man was wearing a long overcoat on a hot day and he came out of the back door of the bank.  Ms. Potts had shown Sheriff Jones her photos of the bingo winners from Friday’s game, two nights ago. 

Suspects:   Just the man in the overcoat. 

Red herrings:   None. 

Solution:   The Friday night bingo game.  If it was taken two days ago today would be Sunday and banks aren’t open on Sunday. 

My two cents:   These two characters are favorites of WW and there are a lot of Sheriff Chunky Jones and Ms. Potts stories.  I have a hard time liking either character.  Ms. Potts is usually mean to Jones, calling him Chunky (a nod to the fact that he was a fat kid in school?)  and reminding him he never really made the football team, things like that.  

And Jones is very cranky.  Even in this story you will find:  “looked grumpy but that was nothing unusual”  “it’s not working, he growled” “he stayed quiet, scowling” “he’s depressed” “the sheriff sighed and rubbed his face” “I need a vacation, he mumbled” “Or maybe I need to retire” “the sheriff gave her a weary look”  “he got disconnected and was scowling again”.  And he made a comment about the bingo winner's photo, insinuating she was ugly enough to scare rabbits out of the garden.  Not a nice man. 

This is not a happy guy and I grow weary of putting up with him.  Maybe he should find a new line of work if he’s on duty on a Sunday, sees a guy walk out of the back door of a closed bank, and doesn’t think anything of it.  Maybe Ms. Potts should run for sheriff.

That said, how come the bank’s alarm didn’t go off?
   
I’m a fan of author John M. Floyd.  Just not this particular line of his stories.