Twenty
I studied the note that Derek had given me. He’d scribbled down an address in his illegible handwriting. If I didn’t know better, I’d have guessed he was a doctor or a pharmacist.
“Fifth… Sixth…” I counted the house numbers, until I found myself faced with one of the bigger banks of the city. Found it.
Did Grandmother store something in the bank?
Well, there was only one way to find out.
I tightened my jacket and climbed the marble staircase. The automatic doors slid open and multiple machines beeped and blinked at me. I couldn’t imagine Grandmother using a bank like this, with all the fancy machines and automated systems, but it was worth a try.
A worker greeted me at the entrance. “Hi. How can I help you?”
“Hey. I’m…” How did I make it sound undodgy and like I wasn’t trying
