They drove into another parking lot. Cydney pulled up behind a tiny cubicle sitting isolated at one end and parked. Reaching underneath her seat, she withdrew a small bag, opened it, and extracted a wallet.
“I know every ATM between here and my apartment.” Turning around in her seat, she looked at each of them. “I need to withdraw as much money as I can before they cancel my bank accounts. I don’t know if they can do that, but we can’t take the chance. Plus, I’ll need to cut up these cards afterwards. They could also trace any transactions I make.”
“How do you know all this?” N8 asked in amazement.
She shot him a guilty look. “Too many spy movies.”
“Spy movies?”
Reaching over, she laid a hand on his arm. “For the record, every TV show, every movie, every documentary or news program th
