Chapter Five
From the outside, the Bank of Moon Grove was as impressive as ever, but the lobby told a much different story. A crew had combed through the place to clean up, but they hadn’t been able to clear away everything yet.
Rubble from the ceiling and the various stone columns that held the building together littered the marble floor, mixed with shattered glass and torched paper. At first, I was amazed no one stopped me from entering, but I realized the skeleton staff on hand was probably far too busy to notice or care.
Well, save for the gargoyles but that was their job, after all. Unfortunately for me, there were several more of them on duty today — not a surprise given the robbery — but if I played my cards right by telling them I was there out of concern for my loan, one of the
