An Eleven-Month Paper Trail Revealed Where Eighteen Thousand Dollars Had Really Gone
“How can I help you today?”
“I need to open a brand-new personal checking account,” I said into the microphone.
“In my name only.”
“We can set that up right here at the drive-through if you have two forms of legal ID,” the teller said.
I put my driver’s license, my Social Security card, and the four-hundred-eighty-dollar bookkeeping check inside the clear plastic carrier.
I loaded the carrier into the metal chute and pressed the green air button.
The plastic tube shot upward with a loud rush of suction, traveling through the overhead pipe toward the main building.