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
Hale’s eyes briefly flicked past him into the office, quick and calculating. “Martin. Always good to see you.” He patted Caldwell’s shoulder—too familiar, too heavy. “I heard there was a… situation in the lobby.”
Caldwell kept his expression neutral. “Just a misunderstanding. It’s handled.”
