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“I love you, too. Sebastian? Don’t fuck this up. Bring my granddaughter home and marry her.”

“That’s my plan, sir.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Chase, Milo, and Torro took the two banks that had been robbed earlier that they believed were connected to the current robberies. Georgia was close enough for a quick plane ride, and hopefully, they could gather information.

“May I help you, gentlemen?” asked the bank manager.

“We’re helping the FBI to investigate the bank robbery that happened almost two years ago. Were you here then?” asked Torro.

“I was an assistant manager at the time,” said the man. “The manager has since retired.”

“Were you here when the bank was robbed?” asked Chase.

“I was. The manager was off that day. We’re all trained on how to handle bank robberies. We don’t fight. We don’t argue. We give them what they want, and the bank handles the rest.”

“Is that what happened?” asked Milo.

“Definitely. They had these strange Superhero masks on and rubber gloves. You couldn’t see any of their skin. They simply slid a note to the teller asking for all the money in the drawers. They didn’t seem to care about the safe at all.”

“Is that odd?” asked Chase.

“Not odd, just different, I guess. The safe has way more money in it, but obviously, that’s harder to carry. These people were different. They weren’t waving guns around, although they did have weapons. They just held them at their sides. There was a pregnant customer who was crying, and they allowed her to get off the floor and sit in a chair.”

“Compassionate bank robbers,” frowned Torro.

“We closed the bank for a week during the investigation, and then everyone had to go to counseling. Honestly, it sounds crazy, but if I were ever robbed again, I’d hope it was the same people. They were just so nice.”

Chase stared at his friends, nodding. Nice. They didn’t want to hurt anyone. They didn’t take the money from the safe, most likely because they couldn’t carry it. And they didn’t frighten anyone.

“Did you notice anything at all about their physical features, their bearing?” asked Milo.

“I’m afraid not. The FBI agents asked me the same thing. They were smaller, and I could tell that at least one of them was a woman. But as I said, they never spoke to anyone. I know this is going to sound crazy, but they were almost comforting or maybe comfortable to be around. I’m not sure.”

“You’ve been very helpful, thank you,” said Chase as they turned and left the bank. The three men seemed confused.

“All they wanted was the money,” said Torro. “They didn’t have any intentions of hurting someone, which makes me wonder what would have happened had someone put up a fight.”

“I’m glad we won’t know the answer to that,” said Chase. “Come on, let’s follow their route after they left the bank.”

Chief and Hex took the bank in Florida, planning to fly back up to Georgia to pick up Chase, Milo, and Torro. The bank was in a quiet area of northern Florida in a small neighborhood. This wasn’t the big city bank that would have millions in deposits. This was small.

“Hey,” said Hex, nodding his head across the street. “A retirement community.”

“Imagine that,” frowned Chief. He pulled on the big glass door, the brass handles somewhat tarnished. Except the big door was locked. He tapped on the glass, and a guard opened the door for them.

“Are you customers?” asked the guard.

“No. We’re here to speak to the manager about the robbery you had. We’re working with the FBI.”

“Yes, sir. Come in. Sorry about that, but since the robbery, we screen all of our customers before just opening the door. It really spooked the manager.”

“Were you here then?” asked Chief.

“No, sir. I was living right across the street when it happened. I’d been looking for a job and walked over the next week and asked if they needed a security guard. I’m a retired police officer. Not in a big city, but my little community in Nebraska was safe.”

“I’m glad you found something you enjoy,” said Hex.