“So it was Tiffany,” I said.

Brenda didn’t repeat the name, but she shut the manila folder beside her keyboard with a sharp snap.

“When there’s a dispute between authorized signers, the bank has to freeze any requests on the remaining balance until the board reviews it.”

“How much is left in the main operating account?”

“Seven hundred twelve dollars,” Brenda said.

“Who approved raising the withdrawal limit?”

“The paperwork has your corporate seal on it, Garrett,” she said quietly, dropping the formal title for a second.