With the patrons all finally secured, and having gathered up their haul, the three moved back to the front of the restaurant, leaving their hostages alone for the first time since they had entered. Not surprisingly, most began to talk among themselves immediately, some simply to offer comfort to spouses, others to complain, though wisely not loud enough to be overheard. Abby's concern was on Luka as he struggled again to sit, and she watched him for signs of more serious injuries than what he had exhibited before.
"Luka, are you all right" She kept her voice low, barely above a whisper as she spoke.
"I don't know." He shook his head, then immediately regretted it as his headache seemed to worsen.
"I think my head's going to explode." He winced as he tested the restraints on his wrists and found himself rewarded with a tightening of them.
"I sorry, Luka." Abby's concern was written clearly on her face as she studied his face for changes from her earlier exam of him.
"Sorry for what?" He shifted his full attention to her as he picked up the change in the tone of her voice.
"For not listening to you earlier, when you said you felt like something wasn't right, I should have trusted your instincts, and I didn't." Abby dropped her eyes from his face with the admission.
"Abby, look at me." Luka waited until she was looking at him again before continuing.
"You couldn't have known this was going to happen, I didn't even know what was wrong, don't blame yourself." He glanced toward the entrance where the men were gathered then back to her.
"They've got what they wanted, there's no reason for them to stay, they'll probably be leaving any time, you'll see." The words were no sooner out of his mouth then there was a yell from the door.
"Damn! Joey, go check the back, son of a bitch, there are cops outside." Albert had drawn the curtain back to look over the street and now let it fall as he turned to his brother with raised hands.
"What are you waiting for? Go check the back."
to be continued...