“Who made the phone request on November second?” Martha asked.

“The call came from the main phone line listed on the account,” Samuel said.

“Your home phone number, Mrs.

Vance.”

He took a single sheet of pale yellow paper from the file and slid it across the glass.

It was a standard counter withdrawal slip dated November fourth for eighty-five thousand dollars.

On the bottom line, written in steady cursive in blue ballpoint ink, was my name.

I stared at the loop of the capital A and the sharp slant of the last letter.