“I looked up the property registration and the post office box records at the main branch this morning,” Vance said.

I pressed my right hand flat against my breastbone.

“Did the bank manager confirm my name is on the main savings account?”

“No,” Vance said, putting his glasses back on.

“Because your name was never on that account’s signature card.

The post office box on Highway Ten and the bank account are both registered under Brenda’s legal name.”

“Brenda,” I said.

“The woman in the red coat at the apartment building.”