In the BMW, Prado watched on his smartphone as Merv walked into the bank lobby. Ahead of him, a security guard nodded and said, “Mighty quick lunch, Mr. Bartolucci.”
Prado could hear Merv reply in an unfamiliar voice, “I remembered a couple things I needed to do before I took a break.”
Merv, the cloned bank manager, headed toward the row of tellers along the back wall. As he approached the door leading to the rear portion of the bank, someone buzzed him in. Prado had watched this process several times, and he wasn’t sure if one of tellers or someone watching on a security camera was allowing the bank manager access to the secured portions of the bank. Whatever the method, Merv seemed to pass muster.
After clearing the door, Merv turned left and entered a short hall that led to an office
