“Look, let’s just go to the bank tomorrow. We’ll get into the safe deposit box, and then …” Imogen took a deep breath. “And then we will figure out what’s next. Let’s not put the cart before the horse, okay?”
Jury blew out a sigh. “Okay. Next stop, the bank. We’ll be there at nine sharp. It’s on Magazine Street.”
CHAPTER FIVE
“I really hope this isn’t a wild goose chase,” Jury said as they strode through the doors of the bank.
After a debate, they’d worn their funeral clothes. The bank looked fancy, and Imogen had figured they’d get less questionable stares if they dressed the part.
“Just act natural, okay? We’re here to access our safe deposit box. No big deal.”
Except it was a big deal because the safe deposit key had come from a locker in a club, opened by another key given to them by a mysterious stranger, who had set up a meeting at an unknown address after they called a phone number given to them by a tattoo artist from Voodoo Ink.
Imogen took a deep breath.Yeah, just like normal people.
She had to wonder what on earth Keira had gotten involved in when she married Lachlan Mount, but there wasn’t time to muse about it now.
A woman in a pantsuit met them in the lobby. “Can I help you?”
Imogen held up the key. “We’d like to open our safe deposit box.”
“Absolutely. Right this way.”
She led them into a small office. “Can I see your identification?”
Imogen glanced at Jury and then said, “Of course.”
Either it would work or it wouldn’t. They both pulled their licenses from their wallets.
The woman looked at them and typed their names into the computer.
“Ah, yes, I see you right here. Both of you are listed. Let me take you into the vault, where your key and my key will open the box, and then I will leave you in a private room.”
“Perfect,” Imogen said.
The woman smiled. “Follow me, Ms. Kilgore, Ms. Kilgore.”
Jury raised her eyebrows at Imogen as they followed the woman out of the office and across the bank to the cage that separated the lobby from the restricted access area.
Once inside the vault, she crossed to the bank of boxes, located a larger one, and slid her key into a slot. “Your key?”
Imogen held it out to her. Within seconds, the woman turned both keys and swung the door open. Imogen’s heartbeat sped up as she removed the shoebox-sized metal container from the wall.
“Right this way,” she said with a smile.
She led them into a tiny wood-paneled room with a table and two chairs. She placed the box on a leather mat in the middle and stepped back. “Anything else I can do for you right now?”
“No. This is perfect.” Imogen said.
“I’ll leave you be then. You have the room for as long as you’d like. Just stick your head out and wave me down when you’re finished.”
“Thank you,” Imogen said to her.
Jury didn’t speak until the door shut with aclick.
She let out a long breath. “Okay,thisis cloak-and-dagger shit.”
“It’s a safe deposit box, Jur.”