Glen, the 'Collections' Agent

It was Glen.
He worked for her Boss...er, ex Boss now.

He wasn't dressed like a Mobster.
He was undercover as a non-descript Tourist in a plaid shirt and khaki pants.

Nobody would suspect him.

"You," Joann asks.
"Me. You didn't make yourself easy to find."

She started to move, so he pulled out his gun.

It was one of the plastic, DIY ones that got through metal detectors and were quite silent.
She'd seen him use it once.

"Hands up."

Joann puts her right hand up, but keeps her left hand holding the towel in place.

He sighs.
"I know you aren't hard of hearing. Hands up. Plural."

She gulps.