Chapter 34
Meanwhile, a restless crowd shuffled around inside a bank in downtown, waiting with bated breath.
Ruth was parked at the counter of Starspire Bank.
The teller behind the glass had been handling Ruth with a half–baked attitude, mostly because she seemed so chill.
But then he froze, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.
The computer screen lit up with her card balance: $100,000,000!
A hundred million dollars.
He looked at the zeros, his breathing turned quick and shaky.
In his three years at this bank, he’d never seen an account break eight figures.
Usually, once a balance got eight digits, you were a VIP–someone the manager would swoop in to deal with personally.
But now? Nine figures were staring him down–an insane amount of money.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
Then he leaned his head a bit, giving Ruth a once–over through the glass.
He scanned her from top to bottom, looking for any sign of wealth. Nothing. She didn’t even hint at being loaded.
A greedy spark flickered in his eyes, growing brighter by the second.
A hundred million bucks!
If he could just grab a fraction of that, he’d be golden for life!
He tamped down his excitement, put on a neutral face, and looked at Ruth through the window.
“Where’d you get this card?” he aked.
“My daughter gave it to me,” Ruth replied, totally unfazed.
The teller’s face clouded over at her response.
He pushed harder, “How old’s your daughter? What does she do?”
Ruth frowned, tilting her head. “What’s that got to do with me taking out some cash?”
His expression tightened, his tone going cold. “You’re going tell me exactly where this card came from today!”
Over by the entrance, the greeter who’d shown Ruth in picked up on the teller’s harsh vibe.
Something clicked. She threw him a quick, curious look.
The teller gave her a small nod and flashed a “100” with his fingers.
“Hss!” The greeter gasped, floored.
In a flash, her face twisted as she glared at Ruth. Her voice spiked high.
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She demanded, “Come on, out with it! Where’d this card come from? Is it yours? Your daughter’s? Did you pick it up off the street or swipe it?”
Ruth stiffened under their hostile stares. She reached for the card in the reader.
“I just wanted to withdraw some money. Why’re you acting like I’m a crook? Forget this–I’m out!” Annoyance crept into her voice.
The greeter darted forward, snagging the card in one swift move.
“You can’t even say where it’s from. I’d bet it’s stolen–by you or your daughter!” she snapped.
“Let’s go! You’re heading to the station with us!” Her tone was final.
She wasn’t foolish enough to pocket the cash herself–that’d be asking for trouble.
This was Tyler Morgan, the deputy director of Bastion Police Station.
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