My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
“What case file?”
Lauren took a quick step back from the counter.
She crossed her arms tightly over her chest and stared nervously at the heavy steel doors of the main vault.
The computer began to beep softly.
A tall man in a tailored navy suit walked quickly out of a glass office near the lobby entrance.
His gold name tag identified him as Mr.
Miller, branch manager.