The Ghost of a Chance (Krewe of Hunters #38.7)

Prologue

David Clancy knew what was happening; he saw it all clearly as it began.

He just didn’t know what in God’s name he could do to stop it.

He saw the guns. He saw the people in the bank. Ordinary people. Out and about on their daily business—mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends…children. Just people. And he knew how dangerous everything about to happen might be.

He knew all too well.

The glass part of the wall in front of the bank was tinted, but he could still see what was going on. He saw that someone had been ordered to collect all the phones.

He saw the tellers being ordered to come around from behind their stations and determined that one of them had been culled to collect the cell phones, certainly promising death to anyone who disobeyed the order.

He knew too well…

And he had to help.

How? How would he help? He couldn’t do a damn thing to the robbers wielding the guns.

A feeling of desperation grew within him, and his powerlessness was infuriating. There had to be something he could do.

Whatever it was, he couldn’t do it from outside the bank.

But he could slip in unnoticed.

There were certain benefits to being long dead.

He could slip right through the glass and not alarm anyone in the least.