“There are certain situations in life that one must look upon in a favorable light. Situations that can have no possible issuance save that of God’s almighty hand working in your favor. And, Clevon, I do believe we have found ourselves at one of those times.”

“I find myself inclined to agree, sir.”

“How else is one supposed to explain the discovery of such a vehicle in such a place as this if not by divine providence.”

“I don’t think you could, sir.”

“A vehicle matching the exact make, model, camo paint job, over-sized wheels, all the way down to the banana yellow interior of one seen feeling the scene of several local bank robberies.”

“Seems downright unlikely, sir.”

“And the two of us, partaking in our regular nightly ritual of refilling our caffeine tanks find it here. Here, in front of our favorite coffee shop. There just really ain’t no other explanation. There just ain’t.”

“What do you reckon we should do about it, sir?”

“I do believe we’re going to sit right here and arrest the sonofabitch when he comes out. How’s that strike you?”

“Strikes me well, sir. Strikes me well.”

“I thought it might.”

Memphis Note
While Memphis is no stranger to crime, it always struck me as odd the sheer number of bank robberies we have in Memphis. As many as 90 a year. No one’s actually getting away with that much money, and all of them are getting caught. It always struck me as a dumb way to go about committing a crime.