The Bank Heist

They had all been at the bank for four hours now, being questioned, grilled, whatever you want to call it. Grace had not been taken in yet, they were starting to let some of those who had already been questioned go home. She was envious, she was exhausted and wanted to go home and not think about the huge tragedy to their company. Who knew if they would all still have jobs now? “Grace Stewart?” called the detective. “Here,” she called back and began walking toward him. He was the friendly looking detective, the other guy doing questioning looked terrifying, so she was glad that at least she got the less threatening looking one. But who knew? Maybe he looks nice but is really gruff when he interrogates you? “Right this way.” he said. She followed him into one of the small office rooms they used to set up accounts, it had no windows for privacy. “Have a seat please, Ms. Stewart.” She sat down, trying not to tremble, she wasn't guilty, of course, but she probably looked like it. “Please, don't be nervous. I just want to ask you a few questions. We don't think anyone intentionally stole the twenty-five thousand dollars from the bank.” Grace looked confused. “I'm sorry but, what do you mean you don't think anyone did it 'intentionally'? I'm pretty sure if it was stolen it was intentional, right?” she said. He smiled at her. “Of course you are correct. Let me rephrase my previous statement. We do not think anyone who works at this bank intentionally stole the money. We believe someone has hacked into the system and made an electronic transaction to wire the money to an off shore account.” he replied. “Off shore account? Hacked the system? Sounds just like a movie. This is all so crazy.” she stated, overwhelmed by what he had told her. 'Who would do such a thing?' she thought to herself. He looked seriously at her. “Okay Ms. Stewart, I'm going to ask you some questions, and please answer me honestly on everything, alright? I may ask you some personal questions as well but it is only for the purpose of this investigation.” “Alright, of course I will answer honestly,” she replied. And so it began, the long list of questions. Why did she work there? How long had she worked there? Did she work at any other jobs? Did any of her family work at a bank? Where did her family live and work? Did she tell anyone her password? And so they went on, and she continued to answer every question to the best of her knowledge, though since she was being honest it was very easy to answer all of them. Then came the more personal questions. “Are you married?” he asked. “No.” she replied. “Seeing anyone?” “Sort of, I just started seeing a guy not too long ago.” “What is his name and occupation?” She felt like she hit a brick wall. Her heart dropped to her stomach as it skipped a beat. She couldn't answer, her mouth wouldn't open. “Excuse me, Ms. Stewart? Are you ok? Did you hear me? Can you tell me your boyfriend's name and where he works?” “Um, yes, yes I can,” she said quietly.”His name is Vince Romano. I don't know the name of the company he works for but, he works with computers.” The detective looked at her knowingly. “What kind of computer work does he do?” She had to rip the words out of her mouth to speak them, it was so painful to think about. She remembered what Vince had told her about his job a week ago. 'I actually can’t tell you everything I do, but I can tell you I work on checking firewalls. Do you know what those are?' She barely got the words out enough for the detective to hear, “He tests firewalls.”