I found them sleeping on a marble bench inside my bank—one exhausted mother and a six-year-old girl hugging a torn rabbit.

”

The chapel erupted.

Victor stepped into the aisle.

“Do you know who I am?”

Naomi finally turned to him.

“Yes,” she said. “That is exactly why we’re here.”

Another agent moved behind him.

“Victor Vale, you are under arrest for wire fraud, bank fraud, money laundering, obstruction, and conspiracy.”

His face shifted from red to gray.

“You can’t do this,” he continue reading …