After eight hours of cutting bargeboard and driving anchor bolts, Kevin walked down searing sidewalks. He approached the corner of 2nd and Folsom where he had parked his van behind the Brew Haha Coffee House. He squinted into the distance. It was hard to see after long hours, dizzying heights, and now this mirage-like steam rising from the pavement. No van! His heartbeat sounded worse than a reciprocating saw in the ears. The sirens wailed in the distance and police cars wheeled into madness. A bank holdup no less, and the robbers had gotten away driving a tan Dodge Caravan loaded down with nail pullers, tin slips, wood chisels…..