The bank opened at nine, and Vivian was standing outside the doors ten minutes before that.She had not slept well. She had spent the night going over Elizabeth's instructions until the words blurred, checking and rechecking the name, the box number, and the code. Elizabeth had also given her an authorization phrase, a short line of words that would confirm her identity to the bank, and Vivian had repeated it to herself so many times that it no longer sounded like language.Marcus stood beside her. He had not said much all morning, but he had not needed to. He was there, and that was enough.They walked inside.---The bank was old and quiet.Marble floors, high ceilings, and a row of tellers behind a long counter. Vivian approached the counter and gave the false name Elizabeth had written down, along with the box number and the access code. The woman behind the desk checked a ledger, then a computer, and then looked up with a neutral expression."Box two-one-seven. I'll need to confi
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