Dillon pushed open the door and stepped into the road. The darkness and the shadow of the car hid him. He saw the office was empty.
Roxy said, “Get a move on…. We ain’t got all night.”
The attendant called, “It’s in, Mister.” He screwed the cap home and came round to Roxy.
Roxy said, “Gotta paper I can look at?” He gave the boy a bill.
“Sure. It’s in the office. I’ll get it for you.”
Roxy opened the door of the car and got out. “I’ll come in with you,” he said. “I guess I could stretch my legs.”
He followed the attendant into the office. Dillon walked quietly behind them and waited just outside the door.
The attendant went to the till and rang the drawer open. Dillon walked in and rammed the Thompson into his back. “Take it easy,” he said.
The attend ant looked over his shoulder and gasped. He tossed his arms above his head. Roxy stepped past him and emptied the till. There wasn’t much there.
“This all there is?” Roxy demanded.