Danny King's exercise - part three

Here is the next part of the story. And whilst I still don't know where it's going I can now tell that the real Don Findy stuff (as in my previous post when he's in the pub) is the stuff I want to write and continue with as my interest in this short exercise has been lost somewhat; but for me, that's a good thing as I care about the novel more.

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The following day, Findy followed Katrina from her house to the supermarket to the corner shop and back home, from home back to the bank on the Cornhill. He went in shortly after her and queued up behind her. When she got to the front of the queue she said to the woman behind the counter, ‘I’m here to see the bank manager.’ After giving her name and saying what time the appointment was for, the woman behind a counter picked up a phone, pressed a button and began speaking something Findy couldn’t hear.

Shortly after a tall suit came through one of the back doors. The light shone off his slicked back hair. He smiled at Katrina shook her hand and took her out to the back.

‘I said can I help?’ asked the woman behind the counter.

‘Oh, sorry no,’ said Findy walking outside.

He sat on the opposite side of the road, on a wall near a garage with only the wind and scattered rubbish for company.

Several suits went in and out of the bank; it was their lunch hour of course. She didn’t appear again for forty minutes and when she did she headed in the direction of home. Findy didn’t bother following her but instead went back into the bank. When he got to the front he told the woman that he’d like to see the bank manager. She said he’d have to make an appointment, which he did – for the next day.