“The account agreement was set up with full rights of survivorship and joint access,” Sarah said gently.

“Either owner was legally allowed to empty it without telling the other.”

“Did my father come in with her?” I asked.

“No,” Sarah said.

“She came alone, and she brought the original signature cards from three years ago.”

Sarah printed a white transaction receipt and slid it under the glass.

The receipt showed a zero balance next to the account number, time-stamped nine fifteen that morning.

“Is there any way to stop payment on that cashier’s check?” I asked.