He moved through the lobby with the unhurried ease of someone who had never once had to wonder where they were going in a room like this. As he passed, heads turned. A teller looked up and nodded. A colleague crossing the lobby gave a small tilt of the chin. The man returned each acknowledgment with the relaxed confidence of someone accustomed to receiving them.
He turned down the corridor toward the offices. Elias watched the nameplate catch the light as the man pushed through the door at the end of the hall. Gerald Fitch. Branch Manager. Elias sat up slightly. So that was him. He was late — it was nearly half past ten now — but Elias supposed not everyone could be as punctual as him.