A Week Later
“Mr. Crandon, everything will be fine,” Osana said as she and Teddy followed the shaken bank manager to the room full of safety deposit boxes. “You’ve known my family for years.”
“And we value your family’s business.” Crandon maneuvered his pudgy frame to the deposit drawers. “But, I could get in trouble.”
“I wouldn’t put you in a bad situation.” Osana winked. “Do me this favor.”
“But it’s illegal.” He took out the key and opened a drawer. “I’m not supposed to do this without Mr. Ace here.”
“She’s his wife,” Teddy said. “Besides, you’d be doing Osana a big favor.”
She smiled at Crandon, batting her eyes. “You’ve known me since I was a child.”
He fidgeted. “Yeah, but—”
“I need Max’s box.”
“Is something wrong?” Sweat stroked Crandon’s pink, fat cheeks. “Maybe I can help
