They laughed when a ragged boy walked into the bank with a worn bag—until he opened it, and the manager’s face went pale as he realized who the boy was

father and a frightened mother—and felt a wave of shame so sharp it almost knocked the breath from him.

“You’re not safe,” Caldwell said quietly.

Evan pressed his lips together. “Neither are you.”

Before Caldwell could answer, his office phone rang.

He froze, staring at the caller ID:

REGIONAL OFFICE — HALE, M.

Evan glanced at the screen, then back at Caldwell,continue reading …