Chapter 72 The Bank Heist

• The cathedral bank loomed like a mausoleum, its stained-glass saints glowing in the predawn dark.
• Their eyes followed me as I adjusted the scratchy janitor’s uniform, the polyester collar chafing my neck.
• Adam’s sleeves strained against his shoulders as he hoisted the mop bucket, the blowtorch hidden beneath a tangle of steel wool. His jaw pulsed in the sickly yellow light of the service entrance, a metronome counting down the seconds until everything could go wrong.