That was the last thing Darren “The Body” McGlashen heard before he passed out.
Tammy-Anne Tidmore had been a teller at the Georgetown Kraft Credit Union since it opened back in 1952, and at eighty-four years-of-age was the longest tenured employee in the company (and maybe in the country). With 48 employees at different branches, the credit union today still boasts a ratio of 297 members per employee—which is relatively small for a credit union. Of the over 13,000 members, Tammy-Anne knew almost all of them by first name.
It was no surprise that she looked up when Georgiana walked in to the Jetty Drive branch and exclaimed, “Good mornin’, Miss Laura Kate.”
“Hi, Mrs. Tidmore.”
The grandmotherly lady slipped her hand below the old-school casino style cage and took Laura’s hand. “I heard about your daddy. Fine, fine man. I’m so sorry for your loss.”
Laura nodded and said nothing, afraid the tears would start again. Tammy-Anne squeezed her hand knowingly.
“What business you doin’ this fine day?”
Laura took the twenty-five dollars her stepfather, Rick Hairre, had tipped her, and slid it under the bars toward Tammy-Anne. “Taking care of my late fee.”
The pepper-haired woman looked down at the money and then back up at Laura. She had a smile on her face and a raised eyebrow, as if she was being had by some private joke.
“Uh huh,” she said and winked. “This should put a dent on your balance.”
The teller clicked a few keys, put the money into her drawer, and handed Laura the receipt. “Now don’t be spendin’ all that at once, hun.”
Laura had no idea what she meant, but she shoved the paper in her purse and nodded, not sure how she would manage to spend zero dollars at all.
“See ya later, Mrs. Tidmore.”
A ding from her phone startled her as she got into her Jetta; a text from Karah.
-Srsly where r u? U will not believe what I’ve been up 2!
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