“That’ll be one hundred eighty-two dollars for a Wednesday morning run,” the clerk said.

“We need payment to clear by four o’clock today before the presses get locked up for the night run.”

I rubbed my left thumb across my right knuckles.

“I’ll wire it from my bank branch right now,” I said.

I hung up the phone and got up from the table.

At twenty to four I parked in front of the First National branch on Main Street.

The heavy glass doors swung open.