Textbook

This seemed textbook. Scorch marks on the wall, smashed glass, a one or two holes in the wall. Everyone was either panicked, dazed, or worried. Nothing was there to incriminate. Except for the signature. Who was that signature of? I will truly never know. Lets start from the beginning and maybe you can figure it out...

I was at the bank getting money. A simple task. What I saw was, well, ordinary. The man walks up, fills out a deposit slip, deposits a paycheck, walks out. What was written was not textbook. No name, no info, except for the signature and the amount to deposit and cash to back it up... 18 billion dollars. 18 billion in cash. Stone cold cash. Untraceable and completely legal. I had them examined. They checked out. Over the next week, deposits would come in, each larger than the previous. By the next Saturday, the mysterious cash totaled 69 billion, more cash than owned by anybody on Earth.

The next time he appeared was in a coffee shop. He signed each and every cup. You could take a cup from a different shop, walk in and look at it again, and suddenly, it's there. That signature. Who's signature was that? Yet another mystery. This wasn't as simple as I had previous thought, which was extremely complex. Who ever this was is a magician, and not the cheesy kind.

The worst of them was the massacre. Everyday, an animal was slaughtered and each part strung between trees. I had received word of people sitting in parks, and out of no where, a shadow would appear, then look up and have dog guts tied to trees all around. Dog, cat, even rhino, elephant, and hippo were found in parks. Impossible it seems.

Then we come back to the beginning. 16 schools, 8 banks, a McRonalds, and a Dairy Prince were broken into...at the same time and completely emptied at the same time. Scorch marks on the wall, smashed glass, a one or two holes in the wall. Everyone was either panicked, dazed, or worried. Nothing was there to incriminate. Over 3400 children missing, 56 adults gone, and around 1 billion was stolen. Each location had one thing in common; the signature. The same signature. The same signature at each location.This was a crime, it was a mystery. The only that I think with is coffee. I go back to the coffee shop where the signing began. Bought a cup, of course I found the signature, sat down at a table to think things over. Maybe 10 minutes later, I ran out of coffee. About then, a stranger walked over, handed me another cup and sat down with me. I look at him... though he was a stranger, I recognized him. We chat about things in the world, when suddenly I know where I saw him. The bank. He was the one who deposited the money. He owned the signature. "From the look on your face, I can tell you know who I am and what I've done." he saws calmly. "But how?!?" I asked despairingly. "Textbook" he whispers.

Then I woke up.