ANATOMY OF AN ARMED ROBBERY - 'Give me the money'

DeWayne Bartels

Editor’s note: Times Newspaper policy is that victims’ names are not used. The names of the victims in these stories are not their real names, and some facts; such as the day, are being omitted to offer the victims some degree of anonymity.

The day had been quite ordinary —filled with answering the phones and doing paperwork for Sally.  

It was about 45 minutes to closing time when Sally went to the back door to turn the dead bolt.

The front door, which had been locked most of the day, was unlocked.

It was unlocked because her boss was in the office. Normally it was locked if Sally was in the office alone.

There had been armed robberies in the area. Sally said she was not a woman filled with fear about being alone in the office. But, she added, she did not tempt fate. 

With her boss in the office, Sally said she felt secure.

She was about to find out the presence of two men in the office, however, was not enough to keep crime out of her face, literally.

A gun in her face

As Sally’s boss talked to a client, she heard the back doorknob jiggle. She said she thought, perhaps, one of her boss’ maintenance men was trying to get in the locked door.

Sally said she walked to the back of the office and looked out the door into the parking lot. She did not see any other vehicles or people there.

She walked back to the front and looked out the window next to her desk. Again, no one and no vehicles.

She had just turned back to her paperwork when the front door opened slightly. Sally said she looked up to see a black male with a black hoodie, with red on it, a baseball cap and a white bandanna across his face.

“He poked his head in and looked around. I was the only one he could see. With the door open, he could not see my boss and the client sitting in the office behind the door. Then he stepped in,” she said. 

Sally said he left the door open, blocking the view of the two men sitting 20 feet away.

“He came right up to my desk. He pulled a gun from under his sweat jacket. He pointed it at my face. It was about eight inches away. He said, ‘Give me the money, b****.’”

Sally said she sat there stunned for a few seconds thinking, “Is this really happening?”

Sally said she opened her desk and handed him a bank bag full of nothing but receipts.

Sally said her eyes were on him and the gun the entire time. She said he kept the gun in her face and asked if there was any more money.

Sally said she handed him an envelope with about $10 in it. She told him there was no more money.

He backed out the door without taking the gun off her, Sally said.

“It seemed like it lasted forever, but it was probably no more than 30-40 seconds,” she said.

“When he left, I broke down.”