CHAPTER 21As they had done two days ago, Prado and Merv showed up at 7:00 in the morning to watch Christopher Bartolucci, the manager at Rivercore Northwest Bank, arrive at work. Prado insisted that Merv’s clothing had to match exactly so as not to raise the suspicions of the other bank employees. They parked across the street because the lots immediately adjacent to the bank were empty. A lone car with two occupants staring at a bank before it opened was bound to draw attention.
Prado glanced at his watch and lifted a small pair of binoculars to his eyes. A maroon Buick pulled into the bank manager’s marked parking spot. “I do appreciate a man who is a slave to routine,” Prado said, more to himself than to Merv, who still looked like the bank manager’s doppelgänger. “Right on time and, a
