The manager on duty at the Wild West Steakhouse that afternoon was Tom Martin, the autocratic and obnoxious martinet whom nearly all the employees despised. Martin was crude and inflexible, clumsy and boastful, arrogant and misanthropic; he was also incredibly careless, lax in his own duties, and this would make it easy for Dave to get into the personnel files.
Shortly before five o'clock, Martin decided to run to the bank and deposit the day's cash receipts. Normally, such a deposit would be made earlier, around three or four o'clock, but Martin had put it off or forgotten about it until the last minute.
Once he finally made up his mind to go, Martin had just enough time to gather what he needed and make it to the bank before it closed. Since the bank was located in the mall, just ac
