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

as if it belonged to him.

Emily walked up to him, her shoulders stiff. Caldwell couldn’t hear what she said, but he saw her gesture toward the customer service desk—stalling, just like he’d asked.

Hale’s smile stayed in place. He nodded politely.

Then, without warning, his gaze shifted straight toward Caldwell’s office window.

Caldwell let the blind drop continue reading …