Under the transaction line, the printed form stated that the transfer had been authorized without my signature or my knowledge.

I picked up the printed bank statement and held it there in the quiet hallway.

Through the front window I watched Cole walk out to the driveway alone, get into his car and drive off into the falling dusk.

By ten the next morning Seth was bent over his desk in the downtown office, running his index finger down the printed bank statement.

The fluorescent light buzzed above the mahogany desk.