“I’m aware of it now.”

She rolled her chair back and went through the door behind the counter.

Toby rubbed his teething ring against his gums and dropped it on the tile.

She returned with two pages and laid them under the lamp.

“Four hundred eighty-six thousand dollars left this branch on March fourteenth, at nine forty-two in the morning.”

“Where did it go?”

“To a corporate account.

The receiving bank is listed on the archive copy, not on this one.” She flipped the second page.