The woman smiled back. "I'll need to see some form of identification and your safety deposit number."
George pulled out his wallet then handed over his state ID card. "Box 305."
Ford did the same.
The smile began to slide off the woman's face as she stared down at the two IDs.
A foreboding chill ran down Leon's spine. "Is there a problem?"
"Uh, excuse me for one moment."
Leon lifted an eyebrow when the woman jumped up and hurried across the floor to a glass door on the far side of the room. She glanced back at them as she knocked then opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Leon could see her talking to the man in a suit sitting behind the desk and gesturing back to him and George.
When the woman handed the IDs over and the man glanced toward them, that foreboding chill grew colder. It took all of Leon's self-control to stay standing where he was as he watched the guy pick up the phone and call someone.
"Something happened, didn't it?" George asked.
"It's looking that way."
"I knew this was too good to be true."
Leon glanced at George. "Hey, don't give up on me now. Just because something happened doesn't mean it's over."
Leon noticed the security guards stepping out of the elevator just about the same time the man behind the desk walked out of his office and headed directly toward them. The man in the suit headed for Leon and George, the guards following behind him.
"I'm Mr. Branson, the bank manager," the man said once he reached them. "Mr. Carver, do you have another form of ID you can show me?"
George dug out his wallet and handed over another piece of ID.
"What seems to be the problem here?" Leon asked.
"There seems to be a small mix-up concerning Mr. Carver's…uh…identity."
Leon pointed to the two IDs the man was holding. "Well, you can see he is who he says he is."
"Yes, sir."
"Then what's the problem?"
"If you would just come to my office, Mr. Carver, I'm sure we can get this all sorted out."
"Wait," George said. "I want to know what's going on first."
"Um, well…"
Leon's narrowed his eyes. "I think you need to call the police."
The bank manager paled. "Oh, I don't know if that's really necessary. I'm sure we can—"
Leon pulled out his cell phone. "Oh, it's necessary, and if you don't call them, I will."
George grabbed his arm. "Leon—"
"George, call your uncle in here and have him call your lawyer."
The bank manager paled even more. "Sir, please, this isn't necessary. If you would simply come to my office…"
"You still haven't told us what the problem is," Leon reminded the guy.
