Donald Van Arsdale stood with his back facing the Hudson City Savings Bank. He had his hands inside his empty pockets and was staring at his getaway vehicle trying to figure it out. He guessed that he’d left his car keys inside the bank, remembering how he had placed them on the cashier’s counter as he pulled the shotgun on her and demanded she hand over the money. He slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand and shook his head. There was no going back inside, he’d have to escape on foot and hope nobody works it out.
By Vincent Holland
Inspired by the case of Donald Van Arsdale – http://thedailyjournal.com