"Yes ma'am, can I see some ID?" Trixie flushed as she remembered Murphy had taken that for her so she didn't have to bring a purse around this time. She went to turn before he called to her. "A name might do though." Grinning she blushed as she knew he was flirting with her and turned back around.

"Try…Trixie Knight. It was an account made by my father." The man nodded as he typed in her name and nodded as he smiled to her and suddenly seemed very egar to be there with her.

"Yes ma'am. Ive got your account right here, if I could just ask a question that could let me know that its you I wont have to see that ID. Uh…when was the account open?"

"Aw shit…dad opened it back in 94 while I was in Spain….i want to say my birthday. October 31st?"

"Yes ma'am. Nice memory, now what was the last deposit that you remember making?"

"I never made a deposit but dad put I want to recall three hundred into it about a year ago. around April of last year, that's been a little over a year now…yeah." He smiled as he looked to the screen then frowned.

"Uh no ma'am, there has been another deposit since then, a few of them actually. About once every two weeks and large amounts as well." Trixie thought, maybe her fathers paycheck was going into there when he found out he wasn't going to be using them anymore but he had stopped work months after the cancer hit.

"When was the last one, a few months a few weeks?"

"About six months ago ma'am." She was confused, baffled as she tried to think about who was putting money into her account when she felt two arms go around her waist and turned to see Conner to her right. Glancing to Murphy on her left she smiled before tapping him in the chest.

"Murph, give me my ID please, somethings going on with my account." Murphy nodded as he reached into his pants pocket and fumbled around with his cigarette's and lighter, not pulling her ID up as she sighed and stuck her hand into his other pocket and fumbled around a bit too, finding the ID with his ID and pulling them out, shoving hers to the teller and his back into his pocket.

"Ya know, if ya wanted to do that ya could have just done it, didn't need an excuse." Trixie grinned as Murphy whispered to her before turning to him slightly and nodding.

"I know." She grinned as he chuckled a bit, turning back around to look out over the banks main entrance, always keeping watch as the teller smiled to her.

"Well thank you for the ID ma'am, now, the last deposit into your account was six months ago, around the begging of March, and it was for..." He tapped on a few keys, squinting as he tried to make sure he was right, Trixie getting frustrated and anxious as his eyes got a bit bigger before he shook his head and turned back to her. "It was for four thousand dollars." Trixie, Conner and Murphy all glanced to him as if he had spoken a language they didn't know. Turning to look at each other the boys were surprised and Trixie was just confused.

"Im sorry what?"

"Four thousand dollars ma'am. Said it was made by a Mrs. Knight. That's you correct?" Trixie shook her ehad…her mother?

"That was my mother, Im Miss Knight, not married." The teller nodded, finally understanding the whole thing then.

"Ah, that's what this means then. The note on the deposit says, for safety, from work. We never understood her notes ma'am im sorry."

"Uh ok, how much is in my account now?" The teller tapped out a few keys, frowning as he glanced back to her and leaned into her to whisper.

"Im going to have to print this out for you ma'am it's a bit too personal to talk out loud about." Trixie nodded and as he left she turned and put her back to the counter, glancing to the boys as they tried to give her time to explain.

"Je n'ai aucune idée de comment cela s'est passé. (French – I have no idea how this happened)" Conner looked over to Murphy and shrugged.

"Vous avez dit que votre mère, comment at-elle obtenir autant d'argent? (French – You said your mother how did she get that much money?)" Trixie glanced to Murphy and shrugged.

"Vous ne pensez pas? (French – You don't think?)" Trixie glanced to Conner before picking up what he was saying and shrugged again.

"Vous pensez que c'est leur argent? Qu'elle prenait des Russes? (French – You think it was their money? That she was taking from the Russians?)" Conner shrugged as the teller cleared his throat and smiled, sitting back down at his chair and holding a folded piece of paper out to her as she turned back to him. Smiling to him she took the paper and unfolded it, squinting over the amount in her account and how much had been put in every two weeks.

"Oh mon dieu! (French – Oh my god!)" Trixie glanced up to the guy as Conner and Murphy glanced to the note.

"Would you like it all ma'am or do you still want the card?" Trixie was frightened as she turned to look at the boys as they glanced up to her.

"Que pensez-vous? Prenez-le, mettez-le dans un autre coffre-fort? (French – What do you think? Take it, put it somewhere else safe?)"

"Si sa leur argent, ils seront à la recherche d'elle. S'ils savent ce compte c'est. (French – If its their money they will be looking for it. If they know about this account that is.)" Trixie shook her head and frowned before she looked around the front of the bank.

"Personne d'autre que moi, mon père, et sa mère savaient sur le compte. Mais ils ne me connaissent, ils m'ont vu. (French - No one but me, father, and mother knew about the account. But they do know me, they've seen me.)" Conner and Murphy glanced once to each other ebofre nodding and she smiled.

"Prenez tout cela, nous allons mettre ailleurs. (French – Take it all, we will put it somewhere else.)" Trixie nodded and turned back to the teller before sighing and leaning into him some.

"I will take it all please." He nodded before picking up a phone and calling someone in the bank.

"She wants to withdraw it all sir. Yes sir. Alright, the vault sir? Yes sir." He hung up the phone and smiled as he motioned to the vault of the bank that was at the back. "The owner said if you would please come to the vault we would get the money ready for you. Would you like it in small or large bills?" Trixie glanced once to both guys as they shared a look for one second when Murphy turned to her.

"Grand."