"I stopped at the bank after work," Fiona started.

"What? Why?"

She rolled her eyes. "Because it's Thursday? What difference does it make why? I stopped like I told you I would. If you're going to interrupt me," she said, "I'm just not going to tell you. What's that burnt smell?"

"Dinner."

"Oh. Well, I was second in line finally after waiting twenty-five minutes and the man in front of me had a note."

"A note?"

"And a gun."