"Have you ever heard of motorhome insurance?" The man asked the insurance agent who seemed distracted by her broken nail tip. She looked up at the man and cringed as if he was a monster from some horror movie.
"Of Course." She tried to put on a smile, but it was even obvious to him that it was fake.
"I'm interested in purchasing some for my RV." He said dropping a wad of cash on the desk in front of her.
"Ooookaay." She said staring at the cash. He knew exactly what she was thinking. He was some creep who'd just robbed someone and was pulling a fast one on her to distract her while he robbed the insurance agency. Of course she was wrong, but he would never be able to convince her of that.
So instead, he gripped the handle of the knife he held behind his back and said, "I'm not here to hurt you, I need your help."