Book #2 of the Willow Darby Series

Willow Darby has found herself deep inside a Michigan forest, and well off the beaten path after attending a multi-level marketing house party. Three financial predators desperate to keep their dirty secrets hidden, have now made her the hunted.

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PROLOGUE

Great Lakes National Savings and Loan had grown into a financial powerhouse in the banking industry. The institution boasted hometown personal customer service with competitive rates and a host of unmatched products. They had not only survived the second great recession, but actually grew from it. A new downtown location had opened among a renovated retail area that had brought back an aging population who liked to shop in a more traditional setting.

A new vault had been installed prior to the grand opening. The state-of-the-art security features and cameras were meant to be a deterrent for any who might consider robbing it. Great Lakes always had an abundance of cash near the end of the month to accommodate an ever-growing customer base who liked to bank the old-fashioned way.

Seth Peterson opened the door to a Starbucks across the street and only a few blocks down. He waited patiently in line with everyone else looking for their mid-day fix of caffeine. The barista finally called his name after he had ordered a black coffee. He selected a table away from the window with his back to the wall. His cellphone buzzed before he could think about attempting a sip of the scalding beverage.

He waited for a moment before getting up, and exiting out into the heavy foot traffic, outside on the sidewalk. The car was parked behind an alley away from the traffic cameras. Seth opened the door and sat in the backseat. He adjusted the cardboard sleeve on the cup and removed the stopper. Steam rose from the opening as he smelled the aroma escaping.

Bobby Carswell made eye contact with him in the rearview mirror. “This the one?”

“We might not have to do this again for a year or two. The Brinks guy was actually struggling with the bags.” Seth quickly sipped his drink and looked out the car’s window.

“You’re shitting me?” John Blankenship stuck his head between the front seats.

“What about the traffic down here?” asked Bobby.

“Shouldn’t be an issue.” Seth drank some of the coffee when the temperature had finally reached a tolerable level.

“Just like last time.” Bobby said as he started the car’s engine.