CHAPTER EIGHT
“You see anything, Reverend?” Boomer spoke into his cell phone. It was ten after eight in the morning, and Jake had been across the street for the past hour, scouting the area.
“Nothing out of the ordinary. No one lingering except a bum in the alley over this way. I checked, and he’s sleeping off a bender. You’re good to go.”
“’Kay. I’m putting my phone on vibrate if you need me.” He disconnected the call and scanned the bank’s parking lot one more time before getting out of the rental they were using. On full alert, his head swiveled as he walked around to the passenger door and opened it for Kat. He hurried her across the lot and into the large brick building which housed the Wells Fargo Bank. There were a few occupants, but no one paid them any attention as they strode
