An Eleven-Month Paper Trail Revealed Where Eighteen Thousand Dollars Had Really Gone
“I know how they work,” I said.
“I set the security flag myself on Tuesday night.”
“That bill belongs to a family event,” he said, turning slightly toward the crossover where Evelyn sat with the engine running.
“It’s a temporary administrative error we can fix in five minutes if you log into the web portal on my phone.”
“The secondary cards are closed, Mark,” I said.
“The bank auditor locked the authorization file at nine o’clock yesterday morning.”
Mark rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand, his fingers moving fast against his collar.