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Investigation
Bailey Bank and Trust
The man walked up to the police tape and held out a badge. "Special Agent Wilmont, FBI." He did not wait for the officer to grant him permission to enter the crime scene. Wilmont ducked the tape and walked through the open doors of the bank. He surveyed the c*****e. One white female, about twenty-six years of age, lay on the floor with blood all over her blouse. Her eyes were open. The police photographer stood over her snapping photos, the bright flashes strobing in an all too familiar way.
The site did not shock Wilmont, but something did catch his eye. "Dammit!" he yelled. Other detectives and uniformed officers turned. "Haven't you people ever been briefed on what to do after a bank robbery?" Wilmont continued. "Why are all these people in my
