He cleared his throat and stuffed the rag into his back pocket.

“Brenda already stopped the wire at the branch, but the deputies could pull her over on the highway before she makes the state line.”

“No,” I told him.

Dale quit wiping his hands and stared at me.

“She forged state documents, Garrett,” he said.

“She stole forty-one thousand dollars out of your account and tried to get you declared unfit.”

“Let her go, Dale,” I said.