Don Sheppard was sweating.
His problem was unlike anything he had faced before.
He never thought he would feel like this when it came to the crunch.
Pulling his hands from his pockets, he stood motionless on the pavement outside the bank for a few moments, his mind working furiously. What on Earth was he to do?
Adrenalin pumped mercilessly into his bloodstream, making him notice how his heart was thumping uncontrollably.
It shouldn"t really be a problem, he thought. After all, other people were doing it – you only had to read the crime reports in the paper to see that – so why shouldn"t he?
Let"s face it, although he had lost his job he still had to feed and clothe Brenda and the four children somehow. Four kids – and each one cost a fortune to look after. It seemed they were outgrow
