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Ambrosia, Arizona1994

N O ONE NOTICED when two men in a 1971 Cadillac pulled into the small town of Ambrosia and cruised down Main Street. Not that anyone should. Being located next to historic Route 66 meant that a constant flow of cars and their road-weary passengers stopped by to make one last pit stop before braving the next hundred or so miles of blistering desert. The car looked like just another asphalt-eating sedan with the typical layer of fine red dust and a windshield spattered with a diverse collection of unlucky bugs.

There was really only one thing unique about this car. It was stolen.

Josh Pendleton was a strongly built man. He had added pounds of muscle to his wide frame by spending many hours pumping weights in the prison yard. He held the Cadillacs steering wheel in a steel grip as he turned the car from Main Street onto First. He brushed his dark hair out of his eyes and kept an eye on the speedometer to make sure he didnt exceed the speed limit. He had planned things too well to be caught now by some small-town traffic cop with a radar gun. The bank was just a few blocks ahead.

Seth Parker sat next to him and peered out from under his cowboy hat. Beads of sweat leaked out from under the hatband as his tongue nervously played with a toothpick in his mouth. No matter how hard he tried to relax, he didnt think that hed ever get used to the nerve-racking moments just before a job.

This would be their third bank robbery in two weeks. The other two had been in small towns as well. But they had been really nothing more than practice runs preparing them for thistheir grab at the big brass ring in the bank of Ambrosia.

They had met in Huntsville Penitentiary. Josh considered crime his profession, while Seth was only serving a short sentence for some petty thefts. Seth had just wanted to quietly do his time and then go home. But then Josh schemed up this plan, and when Seth heard how easy it would be and how rich it would make them bothhe just couldnt pass it up.

Josh had always been the mastermind, planning each job he and his accomplices pulled off. But this job practically landed right in his lap. He had been assigned to work in the prison hospital when a dying convict told him a wild tale about a priceless jade statuette dating back to the Ming dynasty. The old man had been part of a ring of professional thieves who had smuggled it out of China. Although it was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, the smugglers decided that they had better not try to sell it until things cooled off on the black market. So they hid it in a place where they thought no one would ever track it: a safety-deposit box in the small town of Ambrosia. The old man just had to get the story off his chest before he went to meet his Maker. He told Josh to tell the warden so the rightful owners could reclaim it.

But Josh had other ideas.

It wasnt hard to figure out which bank it was in. Ambrosia just had two, and only one offered safety-deposit boxes.

The plan was simple: Get in and out of the bank as fast as possible, make a clean getaway in the stolen car, and drive a few blocks to a waiting truck in a secluded spot. By the time the police had a description of the getaway car, Josh and Seth would be driving out of town in a clean vehicle. Easy as pie.

Josh eased the Caddy over to the curb and turned off the ignition.

Kind of a small bank, isnt it? drawled Seth in a thick Texas accent as he peered out the windshield.

Thats what makes it so perfect, Josh said with a smile. He reached into the backseat to retrieve a duffel bag, and then he checked his watch. Okay. The vault should be open. Weve got five minutes, so keep your eyes peeled for the grand prize.

From behind the sun visor, Josh produced a neatly creased paper and unfolded it for Seth to see. Take a good look. This is whats gonna make it all worthwhile.

The paper was a photocopy of a drawing of the statuette. It didnt look like much to Setha glaring panther head set atop a long body, enshrouded in two hawkish wings. Seth wondered what rich people saw in trinkets such as this. His appreciation of the fine arts extended only about as far as his collection of velvet Elvis pictures.

What if its not here? Seth asked as he checked his own duffel bag one last time.

Oh, its here, Josh replied firmly. Stolen goods like to hide out in dusty little towns like this. I did my homework.

Seth smiled and shook his head in admiration. Youre somethin, Josh. Now we take it from the first guys that stole it.

Josh pulled a revolver from his bag and twirled it nimbly in his palm before tucking it down into the waist of his pants. The ease and skill with which he used it worried Seth.

Dont worry! No ones gonna get hurt! Josh assured him. Now remember, Ill take care of the safety-deposit boxes. You keep everyone covered and empty the cash tills. That way well have a few bucks for spending cash. You ready?

Josh is right, thought Seth. A small-town bank like this probably wont even have a guard. He grabbed his bag and looked firmly into Joshs eyes. Yeah, Im ready!

Good, Josh said with a slight laugh in his voice. Then its time to make a little withdrawal!

As the two men exited the car and walked up to the bank, they took one last look around. Aside from the usual passing cars, the street looked quiet. They politely opened the door for an exiting patron, then stepped into the bank.

Mike Fowler knew the streets of Ambrosia like the back of his hand. He had moved here with his mother to live with his grandparents after the accident. His father had been flying a secret mission over a hot spot in the Middle East when his plane went down. Although the military had never found his body, they had no reason to believe he had escaped and had assumed he died in the crash.