The bank is next door to the Angels’ headquarters. The front is guarded by a
wall of metal, broken only by a single narrow door. Tikki pounds on the door. 
The narrow slit in the door flips open. One large eye looks out. A moment later, 
the door swings open and Tikki steps into the bank’s outer room. Facing her is a
wall of metal that shows the outlines of another door. To her left is a plastic table. To
her right is a troll, and a big one. Known as Duke, he has such heavy bone 
deposits under his skin that it looks more like lumpy leather hide with rocks 
sewn into the fabric. The lumpy bits rise into short, stubby spikes that climb 
over the top of his head.