“She can try all day long,” Brenda said, looking straight at me.

“Section four of the corporate charter says a revoked power of attorney locks out every secondary cardholder immediately.

She has no access to your money at all, Garrett.”

“Good,” I said to her.

I took a thick manila envelope out of my jacket and set it in the middle of her desk.

Inside were forty-one thousand dollars in banded stacks of hundreds from my old hidden lockbox.

“I want this put in a new, separate personal account,” I said.