The bank smelled musty. The single room was badly lit. The back wall was covered with shelves supporting hundreds of huge leather-bound ledgers. Wire counter cubicles resembling rusty birdcages provided the sole security against armed robberies. Dan couldn’t imagine there being too many of those. A sign above the entrance politely requested customers to leave their firearms outside with the guard. There was no guard.
Tim placed the bag with the money on the counter while Thierry spoke to the manager.
“We have to fill in some forms.”
“You don’t say.”
A night in a hotel had done the trick. Everyone appeared clean and vaguely business-like.
The manager passed forms to each of his four prized customers and personally began counting the money.
Even Fred was smiling.
“I can’t believe you
