“This valet timestamp puts your car four miles from the bank at the exact minute of the transfer,” he said, passing the fresh page across the counter.

“That’s the proof I needed,” I said.

I walked into the lobby of First Missouri Bank at two o’clock that afternoon.

Samuel Reed was standing near the ropes by the head teller’s window, holding a black leather clip file.

He looked up when the glass door closed, adjusted his thin wire-frame glasses, and walked over to meet me.

“Mrs.

Vance,” he said in his measured bank voice.

“If this is about the trust account withdrawal, our legal counsel has told us not to discuss internal records.”