Daring Rescue Sneak Peek
To an outside observer, it probably would have seemed like a perfectly normal, possibly even boring, day at the Stonebrook Savings and Loan Bank. The stuffy, recirculated air smelled like a mixture of lemon-scented industrial cleaning supplies and old money.
With nothing better to do, I gazed around at the other people in line. Most of them were older, likely refusing to use the ATM, preferring instead to have the personal interaction of a teller. I was just the opposite. If I could have taken care of my banking business with a machine or automated system, I would have gladly chosen that, rather than standing in line to speak to a real person.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like people. In fact, the truth was just the opposite. I fiercely loved the few carefully select
