The next morning it was still snowing but not nearly as heavily as the night before. By ten o’clock they were moving with light traffic past the Mellon Bank. Frank saw a few people dressed for stormy weather going into the bank. He went over the plan again with Alice and gave her chance to ask questions. By the time he found a parking place on the street around the corner and a block from the bank, Alice was ready.

“Give me five minutes then start out for the bank,” Frank said. “We’ll only be gone about 15 minutes. Jack will be fine in the car. He’s all bundled up and half asleep.”

By the time Frank got to the bank, his topcoat and hat were covered with snow. He saw a car a half a block from the bank with the engine idling. A sure indicator someone was in the car waiting for someone in the bank to come out. Something to consider but not enough to abort when we are this close and maybe already under surveillance. As he got closer to the bank, he could see that the car was covered with snow and ice. Only the passenger door on the side he could see had been opened.

When he entered the bank lobby, he was looking for someone acting busy and watching the door. Frank opened his coat, took off his hat, brushed some snow from the brim, and started working on a bank form at a standup desk. From his position he could see the door and spotted a suspected surveillant. When Alice carrying Christina and a briefcase pushed through the revolving door, Frank’s suspect noted her arrival and watched Alice ask the woman at the desk nearest the safety deposit box vault. When Alice was escorted into the vault area, he continued to watch the area with a growing intensity. A few minutes later, the female attendant came out, looked at the man watching, and nodded her head slightly. The man immediately put on his hat and moved quickly toward the exit.

Frank was convinced the man was KGB and followed him closely out the door. Outside, he quickened his pace and caught the man by the left arm, jamming the .22 Hi Standard into his right side, saying in Russian, “Do what I say or you will die here. Don’t look at me or make any signals. I know where your companion is waiting for you. We are going to walk over to your car now.”

The snow squalls picked up, reducing visibility. Frank pushed the barrel of his gun hard into his ribcage and said, “Open the door and get inside. I’ll put a bullet in one of your tires and nobody needs to die. Do exactly as I say or you’re the first to die.”

His captive opened the door and Frank pushed him hard inside into the driver. He shot each man twice in the head and then turned to the two men in the back and shot them both before they could bring their weapons up. He reached over, turned off the engine, and locked the doors. With any luck, it would be hours before anyone found them.

Frank crossed the street to a point where he could see the bank door and their car. Ten minutes later, Alice came out of the bank and began walking to the car, carrying Christina and the heavy briefcase. Frank moved to meet her and relieved her of the heavy bag. Alice took his arm. “It went just like you planned it. Everything is in the bag. The attendant seemed a little nervous. I didn’t see her after she put the box back and returned my key. Did you get cold just standing around while I did all the work?”

“No,” Frank said. “I managed to keep busy.” Back at the car, they found Jack still asleep. “We’re going to take a different route to Washington, D.C. One of the oldest roads and most important roads in the Colonial era of America is Route 30 that runs over the Allegheny Mountains through a number of small agriculture and manufacturing towns. We may stay overnight in one of those towns. By tomorrow all the main roads should be cleared of snow. Our bank robbing days are now over.” He let out a sigh.