Giving the Middle Finger

Daniel's eyes shifted as he said, "Officer, we don't know anything about any bank robbery. That was just a performance, and we used prop money."

The lead FBI officer barked at Daniel, "Shut up. I don't need to hear you talk right now. You'll have plenty of chances to speak once we get back to the station. Now, take them all away."

The officers stepped forward, twisted the four men's arms behind their backs, cuffed them, escorted them out of the hotel, loaded them into police cars one by one, and took them to the Las Vegas police station for questioning.

The four of them each had a private room, complete with a table, chairs, coffee, and two dedicated conversation companions to chat with them and keep them entertained. The conditions were pretty good.

Daniel sat in his chair with handcuffs on, shaking his hands and curling his lip. "Officer, you say we robbed a bank? That's complete nonsense. I think you arrested the wrong people."

The officer slammed a hand on the table. "Then answer me this: where did the three million Euros from the Credit Republican Bank in Paris, France, go? While you were performing, their vault was robbed. The amount of cash they lost was exactly the same as the money in your act."

Daniel's eyes widened, and he looked even more shocked than the officer. "Officer, do you seriously believe we could use a portal to send money from a French bank directly to Las Vegas? Oh, I don't know whether I'm crazy or you are."

The FBI officer conducting the interrogation was left somewhat speechless by Daniel's mockery. Yeah, he did not believe it himself. What kind of bullshit portal? That only existed in science fiction movies.

"But why was their bank robbed at the