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

back down. “He’s coming.”

Evan whispered, “What do we do?”

Caldwell forced himself to stand upright. He pressed the panic remote once, silently activating the bank’s internal security alert. Then he opened the office door before Hale could knock, taking control of the moment.

“Marcus,” Caldwell said with a careful smile as he stepped out. “Didn’t expect continue reading …