Chapter Ten
“Animal Dwarf Bandits” Rob Stumpville Bank!
—Front page headline from the Tri-Counties Gazette
When Nate saw the Times-Courier’s number on the screen, he’d figured it was his boss. Old man Clemson never called unless it was important. But Nate couldn’t hear a goldurn thing other than crackling, which was why he’d left his surveillance post outside the sheriff’s department—so he could get a signal on that crappy cell phone of his. Boy, he was madder than a wet hen when he found out it hadn’t been Mr. Clemson at all. It had been Miss Mandy wanting to know what time Nate was taking her to the movies on Saturday night. From what he remembered of the conversation, he hadn’t committed to anything!
It was the same g**g. Though unlike the last robbery with the goat-masked one runni
