Storm apparently does own the world. Well, a good chunk of it anyway. So I was right about that. My instincts are pretty on target. High-five, Kiri.
Not to mention I knew... I just knew ... his name wasn't Horace Willoughby. Those IDs screamed bogus.
So... if I know that I've been deceived... why am I not pissed off?
Because he didn't deceive me. He knew that I knew he wasn't Horace Willoughby. He told me when he put his hand on mine.
God, that sounds dumb. But it's true. He knew I knew. He just couldn't say it. He told me without words.
He also told me by showing me the book. Why else would he make such a big deal about the book in front of me? He wanted me to go read the book and learn about the fictional Horace Willoughby who cons the con artists.
Is that what he's doing? Is he conning the con artists? Are the con artists the man with white hair and the Latina woman in the pictures?
I felt a stab of jealousy. Who were all the girls in the pictures with Caden? A different one in each. Hmph. Well, I guess when you're a billionaire and you're Caden Storm women aren't a problem.
How did he know I would go find the book and read it? Maybe he didn't. But it was a clue, a way to tell me what he was up to with the Horace bullshit.
Then, when I was with him in the privacy room, I had the first vision of being on the sinking boat. He nodded. There was something about that... but what? Did he know? Was there another unspoken communication there? Shit, maybe he is a zombie. Or one of those beings that controls minds, anyway.
Maybe I am in trouble.
Okay, back up. Let's just look at it from another angle. Let's just suppose he is a bank robber, for whatever reason, and he wants to gain the trust of a vulnerable girl who is going to somehow assist him in robbing the bank. He waltzes in like a god, attracts a lot of attention, flirts with her, gets all dramatic with the locket and the book, makes sure she's the only one who will ever help him, then leaves. Then returns and does the same thing, making an even bigger dramatic impression by scolding Barbara. Then he drops some stacks of bills totaling $100,000 from a steel briefcase that has a whole lot more. Then he secretly gives the key and the secret code to the sweet vulnerable girl... at least I'm pretty sure my birthday is the secret code.
But why? Is it part of the scam? What actually is the scam? How does this con work?
It couldn't be a con. He walked into the bank like he owned the world. If he is the billionaire Agent Henderson claims him to be, then wouldn't he have worn a disguise to open the safe deposit box as Horace Willoughby? Wasn't he taking the chance that somebody was going to recognize the billionaire Caden Storm?
Unless he was trying to be noticed. If so, he did a damned good job. Maybe he wanted the FBI to be alerted to what he was doing.
But again... why?
"State Street," said the disembodied voice of the MBTA driver over the PA system. "Change here for the Blue Line and airport."
I walked up the steps, then through the turnstile and out onto State Street. The sun was trying to peek through the gray clouds. It had warmed up a little.
I paused for a moment as I always do under the Old State House balcony where the Declaration of Independence was first read on July 18, 1776. Then I walked down State Street toward the waterfront.
Here's something else to think about. It's a Federal crime to conduct banking business under a false identity. Why didn't Agent Henderson subpoena the safe deposit box and confiscate its contents? We have proof Caden Storm committed a Federal crime on our own video. That should be enough to get a warrant. Maybe that's happening right now while I'm not there.
Doesn't matter. All that's important is that I have the key, which nobody knows. That removes me from the equation. I'm still an innocent bank employee who has nothing to do with
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