A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway
She hit a key, looked at the screen, and then looked up at me.
“I can’t issue that check for you today, Mr.
Sullivan.”
“That’s my personal cash account from the land sale in June.”
“The paperwork on file shows a change to the primary signer,” Brenda said, her voice settling into her official teller rhythm.
“Under corporate banking regulation four-oh-two, access requires joint approval or primary authorization.”
“I never authorized any change on that account.”
“Your name was taken off this account three weeks ago, Mr.