"And what about that one?" The rookie, Keen, said, crunching a Dorito. "The guy with the cane and the empty stare? He's about to deposit a whole lot of money. Yep. Watch how he moves over to the teller window like he is a decrepit—yep! Now he turns and heads over to the new accounts. He's dumping at least fifty grand into a CD." "How about the little lady?" "Dark hair, blue eyes with the quick gait?" Albert said, chuckling. "Showing all that cleavage, she must be here under the guise of opening a new account." "Amazing! She's sitting down at that young buck's desk in new accounts." "Quit hogging all the Doritos, rook." Albert stuffed a sausagy fingered hand in the bag and loaded a snapping wad into his hole. "What about the guy in the green?" "Baldy with the wide eyes and scowl? Yep, rocking back and forth on one leg like he needs the john real bad. Yep, he's here to complain about the bounced checks he just wrote and the eighteen dollar service charge for each one. Manager will have to throw him out."Five minutes later, the manager escorted the disgruntled man to the door.
