Then Lori remembered how Thorne and the others were careful to place the snow tires near them, creating a makeshift blast mat, and that was enough to convince her the vests were real. She rejected any idea of tampering with them. She wasnt going to gamble with her sons life.
Mom? Billy whispered.
Shh, honey.
Maybe we should yell and scream for help?
Lori considered it as she shifted next to him.
That could bring the men right back to us. Lori brushed his hair.
Mom, I couldnt see Sam. What happened to Sam?
Shh. I bet he got out through his door. I think I forgot to lock it. You know hes a big baby around strangers, so he probably ran over to Ward and Violets house.
Do you think Dads going to bring help?
We can pray he does. Dont worry, sweetie. Someone will help us, or well help ourselves. Well think of something.
But what?
A new wave of panic began rippling in the pit of Loris stomach. As her eyes swept the vans interior, she thought of the man named Thorne and what hed spat at her.
You deserve whats going to happen.
Lori didnt understand what hed meant. She hadnt recognized any of their voices, their mannerisms, their body types. Nothing. So who were they, and why did they talk as if they knew her?
They seemed young, and she wondered if they were military types-experts in explosives, maybe?
But why us?
There were plenty of other, bigger banks in the city they could have chosen. What made them choose Dans? The thought of Dan had her stomach roiling again-shouldnt he have gotten them their money by now? Lori held back her tears, remembering how theyd been arguing for the past few days. All because shed had a glass of wine at the Coopers party because she thought she could handle it.
Dan hadnt said anything; it was just a look that hed given her. One that had told her shed let him down. Shed been hurt by it and lashed back at him when they were alone.
Get off my back! I dont need you to babysit me anymore!
But the truth of it was, she knew he was watching out for her, taking care of her. After all shed put him through, after Tim, after everything. Dan always stood by her. Always had her back.
The last thing hed said to her before theyd been separated: Lori, did they hurt you?
Oh, God, Dan, Im so sorry. What if I never see you again, never have the chance to tell you that I love you?
Lori searched the ceiling, trying not to lose control in front of her son.
What did they do with you, Dan?
Lori brushed Billys hair, thinking back to having been driven around in the night. Theyd been on the road for hours-it must have been hundreds of miles-but how would she know if theyd only gone in circles to confuse her?
She tried to remember if she heard the hum of expressways, the rhythmic clicking of a bridge or the echoing of a tunnel. But it was useless. She had no idea where they might be.
Holding Billy next to her, Lori watched the red lights blinking on the bomb vests. Shed seen videos on news reports of suicide bombers-We caution you, the images you are about to see are graphic and disturbing-shed seen how they obliterated a human being, and those images pushed her back through time to when she wassitting in the street covered with Tims blood, helpless to do anything
The memory of that night anguished her.
Lori wanted to pray, but Thornes words loomed over her.
You deserve whats going to happen to you.
Billy lifted his head.
Mom?
Yes, sweetie?
Listen!
The sound of someone approaching the van grew louder.
16
Roseoak Park, New York
Like a band of protective angels, the group had encircled two distraught women.
Kate Page counted seven women dressed in jackets, skirt suits and blazers, hugging their two troubled friends and looking around worriedly, as if searching for answers to what had befallen Branch 487 of SkyNational Trust Banking.
Some of them were smoking. It mustve been the reason they were now outside, gathered at one end of the parking lot, deep in the corral of emergency vehicles.
Kate heard Gabes camera clicking as he shot frame after frame.
Theyd come directly from the Fulton house to the branch. Kate had to find out what exactly had taken place in the bank this morning.
How does an upstanding man like Dan Fulton come to rob his own branch with bombs strapped to him and his family? Whats the driving force behind this?
Kate deduced that the women clustered at the far side of the lot were bank employees. The two upset women they were consoling had to be staff members whod been present when Fulton took the money.
Little chance I can talk to anybody in that group.
Given their defensive posture and the fact they were enclosed in a fortress of patrol cars and surrounded by an array of police, Kate considered her options as Gabe left her to scout better positions.
Searching the area for any news competitors, Kate saw two TV news trucks at one end of the lot; a car from one of New Yorks all-news radio stations was next to it, along with cars from the New York Daily News and the Queens Chronicle.
This isnt going to be easy.
At the front of the bank, customers were trickling up to the sign posted at the door that informed them the branch was closed. After reading it and taking a few minutes to scope out the police presence, they left.
But one man didnt.
He headed down the lot toward the group of distraught women. One staff member broke from the cluster, met him near some parked cars, hugged him and talked for a few moments before returning to her friends. As the man came back through the lot, Kate moved quickly toward him, using the cars to shield her so she wouldnt be seen by the other reporters.
Sir, excuse me, sir!
The man went to her.
Im Kate Page with Newslead. I understand there was a robbery-do you know much about it?
The man gave her question some thought. He appeared to be in his sixties. He had a sturdy frame, a handsome, craggy face and white hair with sideburns.
My daughter called me not too long ago, he said. I just came down to see that shes all right. She was one of the two tellers on duty when it happened.
Is she okay, sir?
Thank heaven, yes. Shes shook-up, though. Its quite a jarring thing.
Could I get your name?
Ernest Beeson.
Could you spell that for me?
The man did and Kate asked for his daughters name.
Jolleen Ballinger, but she goes by Jo.
Beeson spelled out her name.
Did she tell you what happened?
I guess the manager came in and just walked out with a lot of cash.
Anything more?
Beeson shrugged. Thats about it.
Kate glanced at the group in the distance.
Mr. Beeson, do you think Jo would talk to me for a second?
He stuck out his bottom lip. I suppose you could go over there and ask her yourself.
I think wed both prefer if she and I talked here, where its a bit private. Kate touched his arm. Would you consider asking her to join us here for a moment? You could tell her Id be happy to share what Ive learned about the Fultons.
Beeson glanced toward his daughter.
No harm in asking, I suppose. The girls are just waiting there for other investigators.
Beeson went to the group, talked to his daughter and pointed to Kate. Immediately, Jo Ballingers attention, and that of some of the others, shot to Kate, who was standing seven or eight parked cars away. Several moments passed before Beeson accompanied his daughter to Kate, who introduced herself.
Jo Ballinger was uneasy.
I dont want my name in the papers. You cant use my name.
Ill just say a source close to the case.
Okay, but I really cant tell you much, Jo said. I shouldnt be talking to you, but Dad said you knew something about whats happened?
I know a little, Jo, and Ill help you if you help me, okay?
I will if I can. Did they find Dan?
Not yet. The SWAT team and bomb squad searched his house.
Jo cupped her hands to her face.
They found nothing. No sign of Dan, his wife or his son, Kate said.
Oh, my God!
Can you tell me what happened here earlier this morning? You were there when it happened, right?
Yes. This is my week to open with Annie, Annie Trippe, the head teller. Im not sure what Im supposed to say.
Jo, Im going to get most of the details anyway. You can help me make sure I get it right. I wont use your name at all.
Jo hesitated and bit her bottom lip. Well, we went through our usual procedure for opening, then Dan came in and told Annie there was an inventory problem at South Branch. He drafted a directive for her to cosign about an emergency interbranch transfer that he was going to deliver himself.
So he planned to personally take the money himself to the other branch?
Yes.
Is that how transfers are usually done?
No, of course not! Its a violation of procedure. Annie refused to sign it. Jo glanced at the group. I dont know if I should be telling you this I should get back.
Wait, Jo, just a few more seconds. Do you know how much money was going to be transferred?
Jo hesitated before answering in a quiet voice, A quarter million.
Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars?
Yes. He just walked into the vault, put the cash in a bag and walked out.
So, what about the bomb he was supposedly wearing? Did he say anything about bombs?
He wrote a note on the directive, I guess so Annie would see it. Something about being held hostage, and that they all-him and his family-had bombs strapped to them. I really should get back.
Hang on, take these. Kate reached into her pocket and gave Jo several business cards. Pass them to your coworkers and ask them to call me. Ill share any updates when I get them. Okay?
Jo nodded and rejoined the group accompanied by her father, whod decided to wait with her. Kate was glad to see Jo passing out her cards and the others glancing toward her. She was relieved that no other reporters had seen her interview Jo.
Kate used the hood of a car and reviewed her notes, confident that she now had the inside track on the story. She called the newsroom and asked for Reeka. It took a few seconds to transfer the call.
Reeka Beck.
Its Kate at the bank.
What do you have?
Dan Fulton, manager of the SkyNational Trust Banking in Roseoak Park, Queens, takes a quarter million dollars from his own branch after scrawling a note that they have placed bombs on him and his family.
Thats solid? Youve got it confirmed, Kate?
A person who was there when it happened detailed it for me. I dont think anyone has what we have, Reeka. I think this is a national interest case. We dont know where the manager is, or where his wife and nine-year-old son are. Theyre all believed to be strapped with bombs, and no one seems to have a clue whos behind it all.