Tuesday, November 13th, 1990, was a colder than usual fall day in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

It was a windy, chilly 40 degrees when 78-year-old Domingo Martinez opened up his shop as usual,

at 5.13 Westward Avenue, around 8.45 AM.

He owned a cash business, and a few times a week he had to make runs to his bank to make

deposits and withdrawals.

He usually did this on Monday's Thursdays and Fridays, but that week, on Monday, the bank

was closed for Veterans Day.

So Tuesday morning, after opening up his shop so his daughter Sarah could start handling

customers, he headed towards the Melon Bank located just over a mile away to make a large

withdrawal.

Within 30 minutes of heading out, he would be dead.

Shot in broad daylight, his body left on the road, his car and his cash gone.

Martinez had a lot of money on him when he was killed.

He had to withdraw $25,000 in cold hard cash.

Bank teller Betty Ligan had handed him a 3-inch high bundle and a plain brown paper bag

with no writing on it, secured by rubber bands.

$11,000 in $20 bills, $10,000 in $10 bills, $500 in $5 bills, $300 in $1 bills, $150

in quarters, $40 in dimes, and $10 in nickels.

Now this wasn't unusual.

It was part of his banking routine that someone, one of the family members working from Martinez,

would actually give the bank a call beforehand, not only to let them know just how much he

needed, but also the exact denominations of the currency that they wanted as well.

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