Sullivan.”

I leaned over the marble counter.

“Who signed off on it?”

Brenda glanced past my shoulder at the empty lobby before she turned her monitor two inches toward me.

“The digital signature came in from your home network on August third, backed by a limited power of attorney.”

“Let me see the attachment.”

“I can’t print outside corporate filings without a court subpoena,” she said, keeping both hands flat on her blotter.

“The system shows the secondary account holder moved the forty-one thousand into an outside escrow account yesterday.”