“That’s the formal notification receipt from Arthur Vance at Greenfield Bank,” Howard said.

“Your check was returned at four o’clock.”

Gerald did not reach for the paper.

He turned his head toward table one, where six of his biggest insurance clients sat with their silver forks resting against their linen napkins.

“This is an operational disturbance,” Gerald said, his raspy voice rising enough to reach the third row of tables.

“Howard, enforce the venue security clause.”

“There is no security clause for a private wedding reception, sir,” Howard said.