CHAPTER 15Rivercore Northwest Bank sat on an island of concrete floating on the southern edge of the Clackamas shopping mall’s massive parking lot. It was almost lunchtime and, though it was a typical gray mid-November day, the clouds didn’t appear to be threatening rain, so foot traffic seemed to be increasing along the extensive network of sidewalks that connected the mall to the chain restaurants, clothing boutiques and electronics shops within its orbit. Prado and Merv sat in a silver BMW 3 Series across from a smoothie shop with a good view of the bank.
In the passenger seat, Merv nervously twisted around, tugging at his blue oxford shirt which strained against its buttons and radiated a burst of creases across his chest and belly. The loosely knotted maroon power tie did little to c
