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

in plastic sleeves. And underneath—Caldwell felt his breath catch—a smaller bag stamped with a bank logo identical to the one used for internal cash transfers.

The guard leaned closer, puzzled. One teller stopped typing halfway through a sentence.

Caldwell’s face lost all color, as if the blood had suddenly drained away. His eyes fixed on the top document,continue reading …