Pranthi put her camera bag on and walked up the ramp and hit the button to open the door. She liked her bank. One of the old, classically designed banks, it echoed with marble. Security cameras fought with cherubs and fat bankers for space along the ceiling. The teller knew Pranthi and chatted as she went about processing the check without expecting a response.

The first Pranthi knew of the bank robbery was the gun poking over her shoulder and shooting the teller. Red blossomed on the ...