“You’ve been so stressed over the merger, honey, you just forgot you signed the transfer,” she shouted, stepping out into the bright hallway, where the front-office staff went silent behind their partitions.

“The teller said the request came in through the main office,” I said.

Tiffany touched the little diamond pendant at her throat.

“Everybody in this office knows how worn out you’ve been, Garrett.

Ask Dale if you don’t believe me.”

The head clerk in the cubicle by the copier dropped her eyes to her keyboard.

“My memory is fine,” I said.

“Then why did you leave your truck running in the lower yard for three hours on Monday?” she asked, looking past my shoulder at the young logistics clerk holding a stack of freight manifests.