From Prison Bars To Gold Bars.

10. The Bank

Elaine still couldn't get Van out of her head. It was still a shock that someone who looked so poor could possess such amazing skills. But something was still unclear to her. If he was such a talented man, why was he dressed like that?

"Father, why do you think he was dressed like that?" She asked, looking confused. "If he's really a doctor, he should be rich right?"

"Well that's the thing, he might not be a doctor. Have you seen a doctor without a medical license? My guess is that he must be a scholar."

"A…scholar?"

"Yes. Maybe he's undergoing some kind of training. You know how complicated the minds of philosophers are. No one can fully understand them, all we can do is make our guess."

"But what form of training would require him to be in such an outfit?" Elaine didn't understand.

"You know the Oakland neighborhood is a small one, people like us hardly ever go there. But philosophers like him might want to go undercover. They tend to bend their nature to fit whatever aspect their