"I was just looking for you, Sister," Liam said, flashing a boyish grin that completely masked the lethal encounter he’d had earlier that morning. "Since I was already at the bank, I figured I’d top off my wallet. You know how it is—can't let the Family Office think I'm struggling."
Officer Miller nodded, but her eyes drifted toward the frosted glass of the VIP wing from which Liam had just emerged. Her brow furrowed in genuine confusion.
"Since when do you have clearance for the high-net-worth suites?" she asked, her gaze boring into his. "I’m here processing a deposit for the Occult Crimes Unit, and even with my badge, I’m stuck at the standard teller windows. This branch’s policy requires a ten-million-dollar liquidity floor just to sit in those chairs."
Liam rubbed the bridge of his
