“Can you tell me where he moved it?” I asked.

“I can’t give out information on accounts where you’re not a named holder,” Nancy said gently.

I picked up the blue card and went out to the parking lot, where Sarah had her Buick idling near the front door.

“He closed it,” I said, climbing into the passenger seat and pulling the door shut.

“Every last cent?” Sarah asked.

“Thirty-four thousand dollars,” I said.

“Moved Tuesday morning.”