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

only

He hit send.

Turning back to Evan, he said, “Your bag—leave the keys in it. Put the phone back. If anyone asks, you don’t know what’s inside.”

Evan swallowed. “But—”

“I know,” Caldwell interrupted gently. “But evidence only matters if you’re alive to use it.”

Heavy footsteps echoed outside—heavier than those of a normal customer. Caldwell’s stomach continue reading …