“Perhaps, but he didn’t orchestrate this scheme. He was party to it, but not the instigator, which is why he left. If we don’t find him before that person, he’ll be dead. These aren’t people who leave witnesses alive.”

Adam said, “You and Laura go to his house, then to Fitzpatrick. I’ll talk to the president about auditing their records. I’ll call you if anything pops.”

Because Laura had driven to Kerr County with her boss, Lucy took her to Frank Pollero’s home in Kerrville. He lived only two miles from the bank, in a quaint neighborhood that Lucy would have loved it if weren’t so far from San Antonio.

Lucy didn’t have any information on Mrs. Pollero, only the address. She drove up to the tasteful house. Nothing fancy or too simple, it fit in with the neighbors.

It would have helped if Lucy had more information about the Pollero family, but they didn’t have time to research and they only had a warrant for banking related to Denise Albright.

She knocked on the door. A few moments later, a much older woman answered the door. Frank was in his early fifties, but this woman was in her seventies.

“Mrs. Pollero?” Lucy asked.

“No, honey, Edith Walker.”

“Is Mr. Pollero home?”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

Lucy showed her badge. “Special Agent Lucy Kincaid with the FBI. We’re looking to talk to Mr. Pollero regarding a matter at the bank. He’s not here?”

“No, he left early for work. He usually leaves at eight, but today he left before I even woke up.”

“And you’re his wife?”

“Oh no, honey. His mother-in-law. He graciously let me move in when I lost my home in Harvey. I wanted to rebuild, but he said I should stay here, be with family.”

“We’d like to talk to his wife.”

“My daughter died nearly four years ago. Breast cancer. It tore poor Frank up. His world revolved around Christina and their daughter, Penny. You can find Frank at the bank. Is everything okay? There wasn’t a bank robbery, was there? Six or seven years ago there was a robbery, and it was awful. One of the tellers was shot—she survived, thank the lord, but it was terrifying.”

“He didn’t show up for work today.”

“And they called the FBI? What’s wrong?”

“We just need to talk to him about one of his customers.”

“Well, I don’t know where he would be. Maybe he had a meeting at corporate headquarters.”

“Would you mind if we came in and looked around?”

“Oh, I don’t know. This isn’t my house, and I’m sure he’ll be home tonight.”