Читать книгу Every Second - Rick Mofina, Rick Mofina - Страница 14
ОглавлениеRoseoak Park, New York
Annie Trippe stood inside the bank’s rear door.
She watched her manager drive away, her hands pressed against her mouth and tears stinging her eyes. She jumped when someone touched her shoulder from behind.
“Annie, are you all right?” Jo asked.
Shaking her head and regaining most of her composure, Annie turned.
“Something’s very wrong with Dan.”
“I got the feeling something wasn’t right. What’s going on?”
“He just walked out of here with a bag full of cash—a quarter million.”
“Are you serious?”
“He was talking about low inventory at South Branch, made a transfer directive for me to sign, then said something about a security drill.”
Jo’s brow creased. “But...none of that makes any sense.”
“I know.” Annie pulled herself to her full height, looked around the empty lobby and took charge. “We’ve got to do something—fast. Jo, don’t open the front doors until I tell you.”
Annie hurried to her desk, picked up her phone and called Dan’s cell phone. As it continued to ring, she tried to come up with a reasonable explanation for what he’d just done. He clearly wasn’t himself, and she hoped she could get him to come back to the branch before things escalated any further.
When his voice mail picked up, Annie called Dan’s home and got the same result.
Her mind racing, she pulled up Dan’s full contact information, hoping she’d have some luck with his wife’s cell phone.
Maybe Lori knows what’s happening. Maybe she can help.
It rang through to voice mail. Out of options and out of time, Annie called one more number.
“SkyNational, South Branch. How may I direct your call?”
“Sally, its Annie Trippe at Roseoak.”
“Hey, kiddo.”
“Is Mort there? I need to speak to him, now.”
“He’s got someone in his office.”
“Can you just get him on the line, Sally—please!”
“I will, dear, just as soon as he’s free.”
“No! I need to talk to him now!”
“Whoa, what’s going—”
“I’m sorry, Sally. Just, please, get Mort. It’s an emergency.”
Annie heard a few muffled voices, then the line clicked.
“Annie, what’s going on?” Mort Frederick asked.
“Do you have an inventory issue, and did you ask Dan to personally make an interbranch transfer to you first thing this morning?”
“What the hell? No! Of course not.”
“Mort, swear to me.”
“I swear! What is this?”
“Are you aware of any secret security exercises, anything involving cash transfers?”
“Hell, no! Annie, what’s going on? Where’s Danny— Is he there?”
“No!”
“What’s this all about?”
“Mort—” Annie’s voice broke “—Dan just walked out of the branch with a bag filled with two hundred and fifty thousand!”
“He what?” Mort cursed under his breath.
“What do I do?”
“Annie, call the police!”
