A. G. Harrison 
Dreams of Fire 

What he did not notice was that a woman had followed him into the bank and she now stood at a counter making out what appeared to be a check. Yet once she had her check made out, she didn’t approach a teller. Instead she went outside and stood across the street waiting for him to come out. She had done what she wanted; she’d heard his name while she stood at the counter, it was Pete.