Chapter Twenty-Four The Cleansing The guy ahead of him in line at the ATM was beginning to piss off Jeremy Stewart. He was taking forever to complete his transaction or check his balance or whatever it was the greasy asshole was doing. Navigating the onscreen menus of the typical ATM was so intuitive a monkey could do it. Hell, a monkey would probably have an easier time of it than this guy. Every ATM he’d ever used offered the same limited range of functions. The average person never took more than a couple minutes to do their business, but this guy had been poking at the machine’s buttons for at least five minutes. Jeremy suspected the guy was some mentally ill homeless person who didn’t actually have an account at this bank. Or any bank, for that matter. He was either high or permanently addled from all the drugs over the course of a long career in substance abuse. It seemed likely he was confused or hallucinating. His unwashed, stringy hair and the ragged condition of his clothes contributed greatly to this impression.
