William DuForge walked into a bank in Reno to cash a small check. He was just passing through Reno bur had an account at another branch in Sacramento where he lived. Funny thing. Waiting in line, he had a feeling he’d been there before. The blond ahead of him had been there, too. William looked around. The security guard reminded him of someone whom he couldn’t name. And the teller, with his light-blue dress shirt and receding hairline, seemed oddly familiar. Soon the blond had left and nobody was behind him in line. William thinks that’s when the teller pushed the button for the silent alarm.
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