Hands trembling, she opened her register and began to stuff the pillowcase with cash as quickly as she could. She seemed to notice everything at once, even as panic bubbled inside her. The pillowcase, for instance – a faint musky scent was rising from it. Could it be the scent of the man who held her at gunpoint – could this be an actual pillowcase from his bed? The thought left her feeling strangely giddy, a sensation that didn’t go over well with her tight knot of a stomach.The gunman followed her with his weapon as she moved over to Alicia’s register, and then Cindy’s, stripping each of them of their contents.
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