The house stood on a double lot with three big citrus trees in the side yard and a wide wooden porch swing facing the sidewalk.

I kept my eyes on it until the bus rounded the corner onto First Avenue.

The main branch of First National Bank filled a nine-story granite building at the corner of Washington Street.

I climbed the four wide stone steps, pushed through the heavy brass doors, and followed the sign down a marble staircase to the vault room in the basement.

A bank teller in a navy blazer stood behind a window of reinforced glass beside a heavy steel door.