Vance, this bank will take immediate steps to correct the record,” he said.

He uncapped his pen, leaned over his desk blotter, and signed the formal security tape request form.

He handed the stamped white copy across the desk, but my cell phone buzzed against my thigh before I could put the paper in my handbag.

Julian’s name flashed across the small screen.

“Audrey, meet me at the Oak Street Diner at noon,” he said as soon as I answered.

“Just the two of us.