Chapter Twenty-FiveThe vault door swung slowly open, gradually revealing police officers standing in a semi-circle with guns drawn. Lynn helped Ron stand. He grimaced with pain as he twisted his shoulder in the process.
“Relax guys, didn't someone tell you I was a cop?” Taylor asked, holding up a palm in a calming gesture.
“Yeah, they also said you locked yourself in the vault. Just a little weird, don't you think?” asked a uniformed officer in his forties, who wore sergeant's stripes. “We didn't know what to expect.”
“Understood,” Taylor said. “There was a guy who came in with the lady–anyone know his whereabouts?”
“Long gone,” the sergeant said, shaking his head. He waved behind him and two paramedics appeared with a gurney.
“What's that for?” Taylor asked, disapprovingly.
“For you
