Page 79 of Storm and Tempest
“Clear.” She flipped “Kenna” to her face and pulled zip ties from her back pocket.
Ramon did the same, securing Elliot’s hands behind his back.
“Someone explain what’s going on,” the security guard demanded.
Ramon spoke to him, so Jax moved with the manager, who was trying to retreat in a panic even though the danger was over.
“I have questions,” Jax began.
The manager slumped into a chair, one hand on his chest.
“Breathe easy.” Jax stood near him.
“You just… You all…” The manager gasped. “They were going to rob this place!”
“I need you to tell me what that woman’s business here was.” If he had to, Jax would explain she’d been impersonating theaccount holder, but even the police weren’t going to believe it. At least no one had so far.
The bank manager looked up at him. “FBI, you said?”
“That’s correct. This isn’t a case I’m working, though. That woman is impersonating my wife and trying to gain access to my wife’s accounts.” He needed to sound official though, not like some crazy person with a story no one would believe.
“I assure you, without the right credentials she never would have been able to.”
Zeyla was rummaging in the woman’s pockets. “She has ID. A driver’s license. And a bunch of numbers on a paper.”
Jax took the paper. The bank manager seemed stunned and didn’t appear to be snapping out of it anytime soon. Other employees ushered the customers to one side, away from their group, and someone had called this in to the police. That meant they were going to lose Elliot soon to cuffs and custody. Not only that, but the second the cops heard that Zeyla tackled the Kenna lookalike for trying to run, she was going to be released because she hadn’t actually done anything—yet. Zeyla might even be arrested for assault.
Jax shifted his attention to Zeyla and saw her attention was on him. He tipped his head to the side like,Get out of here.
She hauled the other woman to her feet and walked her to the side of the room into an alcove. Maizie hurried after them.
Jax refocused on the bank manager. “Brian, I need you to tell me what that woman came here for. Did she explain the reason to you prior to the meeting?”
“Uh…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking about it. “I think it was to close all the accounts. I had a whole pitch planned to convince her to stay on as a customer, products I can offer that might convince her not to close everything.”
They were going to take all Kenna’s money.
No way.
“Did she tell you if she wanted to walk away with a check, or was she going to have you transfer the money into another account somewhere else?” Jax glanced at the numbers on the paper, then showed Brian. “Like this?”
“That’s a SWIFT ID, like a bank identifier, and an account and routing numbers.” Brian stared at it. “That’s a US bank, but I’m unfamiliar with the abbreviation for the name of the bank. After the bank code and country code, there’s a location and the branch code.”
“So we can ascertain where this bank is?” Sounded good to him.
The information would tell him more than the impersonator likely planned to. She was a trained operative, and he didn’t agree with enhanced interrogation. Causing someone so much pain that they talked didn’t get them to tell the truth—it only got the person to tell you whatever you wanted to hear. Not exactly reliable. There wasn’t any available truth serum on the market that was any more effective than torture. Which meant she had to have a genuine reason to tell them the truth that was more powerful than her drive to follow orders.
Maizie would be able to trace the account.
That made him wonder if they shouldn’t allow the money to move out of Kenna’s accounts and then put some kind of tracker on it so they could see where it went. Into theDominatuscoffers, surely.
Hopefully, the paper that woman had on her were the correct numbers, not a set of fake ones in case she was caught.
The bank employee nodded. “If you—” Whatever Brian had been about to say was cut off by a crash.
A hoard of FBI agents strode into the bank in bulletproof vests with their weapons drawn. From this side of things, they looked kind of…obnoxious. Was that how people perceived them? Could just be because he was at odds with them.
Leading the charge was Special Agent Andrette Herron.
