“Did she try to wire the company reserve out of state?” I asked.

Brenda looked at the closed blinds on her office window before she answered.

“She put in a request for one hundred ten thousand dollars to an offshore account.”

“Did you let the wire go through?” I asked.

“Commercial wires over fifty thousand get a twenty-four-hour compliance hold,” Brenda said quietly.

“The system is holding that money until nine o’clock tomorrow morning.”

I checked into room twelve at the Pines Motel, four miles outside the city limits on the old county road.