“There was a large external transfer made three weeks ago,” he said, setting his microfiber cloth back on the blotter.

“How much was transferred?” I asked.

“Twelve thousand dollars,” Arthur said, looking over his frames at the screen.

“It went straight to an unlisted external account.”

I leaned across the blotter toward him.

“I never signed an authorization for a twelve-thousand-dollar transfer.”

Arthur picked up his microfiber cloth and started wiping his reading glasses again in slow, deliberate circles.

“These cash withdrawals were all authorized from your home computer, Mrs.