Twist

Tony, look at this!"Moose Perkins gestured to a story in the newspaper he'd found on his stool when they'd arrived at the diner.

Tony gave his partner a withering glaze. "I'm trying to drink my coffee."

Moose persisted, saying "You gotta look at it right now," as he slid the newspaper in front of his partner's nose. The two of them were seated at the counter, spinning away the hours trying to come up with another way to scam a living. They were willing to do almost anything, as long as it didn't involve honest work.

Tony knocked the paper away from his face. "Leave me alone, will you? Give me a little peace and quiet so I can think."

"I'm telling you, there's something you should see. Hurry up, I don't want to blow this."

Tony grabbed the paper out of Moose's hand and pointed to the date across the top. "This thing is already a day old. What happened yesterday that I need to know about today?"

"Just read it, will you?" Tony sighed, then read aloud, "'Local Policewoman named Police Officer of the Year.' Why should I care about this lady? Weíre crooks, remember? Unless they gave this cop a cash award, I'm not interested."

Moose stabbed his finger at the story beside it. "Not that one, this one."

Tony read, "'Big Winner in the PowerBall.' So somebody else made a killing, and all I got for my forty bucks was waste paper. Does that mean you have to rub it in?"

"Keep your voice down. Now look at the woman down the counter reading that newspaper. Doesn't she look familiar?"

Tony looked from the woman to the newspaper photograph and then back again. "I can't believe it. You're right, it's her." The woman signalled the waitress for her check.

Moose whispered urgently, "Let's go after her. We can hold her up and take whatever she's got on her."