“Let go of me. You don’t understand. They’re getting away!” I shoved and pushed as hard as I could, and I felt him shove me up against one of the trees.
He looked straight into my eyes and spoke in an Irish lilted accent. “What the hell are you talking about? Who’s getting away? Hannah Mills, I’m FBI agent Finn MacNally, and you are hereby under arrest for the bank robbery at the Jefferson Security Bank in Sharpsburg, Maryland.”
There went my stomach again. What the hell was that all about? I stuck out my chin and glared into his stunning green eyes and said, “I don’t care who you are. Those assholes in that black SUV over by the taxis just took my blanket without returning my niece.”
He eased up on his grip and leaned back from my face as he glanced over my shoulder toward the line of
