“It hides her shape completely.”

“The teller checked the name on the account,” Mr.

Reed said, his voice measured and dry.

“The woman showed an ID card and signed the eighty-five-thousand-dollar withdrawal slip without hesitating.”

On the screen, the woman in my maternity coat picked up the counter pen and bent over the slip.

She signed with smooth, practiced strokes, never once looking up at the teller behind the glass.

“She knew where the security dome was above the main entrance,” Mr.