Finding The Truth
Arabella arrived at the Central Bank. It’s the biggest bank in Capital Z. With her body staggering, she managed to encash the check from Bill. Before she entered the bank, she already had the sight of the white box truck.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” The bank manager asked her as her face was as pale as a ghost and she was nervously shaking.
“I’m fine. I’m just a little bit cold, maybe because of the cold air coming from the AC.” It was just her alibi. She clearly remembered that caller’s demand to act well and avoid suspicion. How could she let her lousy acting be a hindrance to her goal?
“Okay then, everything is ready.” The manager said delightedly.
“Please ask some of your staff to help me load the money in my truck.” She intentionally used the word ‘my’ to avoid suspicion.
“Sure. Consider it done, madam.” With a smile, the manager called someone and ordered to get more people to help her load the money.