Bruno Brian ran his slender fingers through his carefully combed hair. Clutching his navy blazer more snugly around his broad shoulders, he wondered if his businessman disguise masked the figure of a struggling football coach who hadn't worked in years. He took another sip of beer when he saw Shorty Lopez enter the bar. "Where have you been?" Bruno growled. "You're late." Shorty stepped into the booth, his toes barely touching the floor. “Cool your jets, Bruno,” he snapped. “I'm always at the starting gate when it counts, aren't I?” Bruno hated to admit that Shorty was right. “Ready for another heist?” "I thought you'd never ask. What's going on?" “First National Bank of Prairieton, Iowa: twenty thousand inhabitants,” Bruno replied. "Wealthy farming community across the state line. We should split a hundred thousand dollars." “This will allow me to settle in Acapulco for a few months,” Shorty said. Bruno ignored him. "Here's the plan. Tonight, while you're holed up in a motel, I'll meet with the bank principal. If there's any inside information, I'll get it." "Are you going to dinner with the prez? Let's go!" "This is no joke. The highlight is my aunt, Alice Brunk." "A woman?" "Yes. She weathered her career before it became the 'in' thing for women." "And you would steal from the family? Why?" So when are we going on strike?" asked Shorty. "Early in the morning, I hope. First I need to find out when the vault will open. But listen. There's a new escape route." "I liked the old one." "I'm sorry to repeat a modus operandi. Cops keep track of things like that," Bruno explained. "Anyway, this plan is a winner. I stole a "Student Driver" sign from the local high school. You'll steal a car, stick a sign on it, and park at the bank like a kid waiting for his traffic education teacher. "I'll get the goods, slide into the passenger seat, and... middle of paper... One of your cashiers called in about a robbery a few minutes ago, and this was the logical car to stop." "Logical?" Bruno asked. “We weren't speeding.” Aunt Alice impaled him with a steely gaze. “You should have done me the kindness to check out that last album, Bruno.” “What does your stupid album have to do with any of this?” Bruno asked. She giggled mirthlessly. "I told you Prairieton had some problems. One of them is that funding has been taken away from the education budget. As a result, we can't afford a driver's education class or activity programs for the high school." The policeman nodded. "The student-driver sign was a tip-off, and so was your fake student. Today all the kids wear black, mourning their lost extracurricular activities. Your friend in red caught my attention." "It was all in the album, Bruno," said Aunt Alice. Bruno groaned. "Yes, I'm sure it was."